The valley holds on, to murder
of moon, behind the trees...

Wages
of alienation...

You asked for an explanation
for a flame. A bat...

To search you
I am burning my wheels...

Sometimes horizon roams with moon
I pluck the stars...

A blank paper invites
for rape...

Finally I found myself.
This book of life...

In the service of flesh
new vision was perfecting a cult...

He was asking for, at least,
a passive euthanasia...

I wished
a solitary temptation...

Your unclaimers
will miss the date...

Death in meadow
on leaves, under the sky...