For a patch of happiness
you rushed into the arms...

Pursuit of otherness died
with you, from sameness...

Joining the seams for the sake of probity
you opt for the wages of truth...

Waiting for a chaste bread, whole
life under the moon...

The family evolved from
virtue to virtual image...

When I touched your pshyche,
my completeness wavered...

Timeless I dream about
a sleepwaking into death...

It was very transparent
death of the shadow...

Who am I to know
the abstract silence...

Turning me blue
blithe thoughts had come like snakes...

Death has been my partner,
my best friend...

It comes rolling out
from the trees, a sliced moon...