Sitting on the heap of mortals,
an angel failed. The world...

Writing on my sleeves,
I visualize an invisible coupling...

Like I want to erase the fear
before I light a remote fire...

The dawn, arrives.
Like fawn, under window...

A distended deceipt takes over,
when you...

He made me move on the rough edges
to the abyss of ' I ', persuasive, but strong...

Living on margin he was deceived again.
A grasshopper was perched on door...

Trying to follow truth
his journey was nightmarish...

After a face - off
you toss the coin...

Unveiled,
the moon will find you...

Always he was picking up and counting the pins
to distill the essence of rainbows...

Something impossible would happen.
Truth was too much to operate...