I take you in my arms. O moon.
Crazed. You have become a muse...

What was the idea of charity,
when you were hiding...

Like a bikini top
two hills were rising...

You could feel it.
The fear in that pristine howl...

It was heart-wrenching
when you wanted to leave this earth...

Sleep me, conceive me like sphagnum;
propel me to essence of death...

After scarring, the big gap
confronts a mascot...

Miranda:
talk to your restive soul...

The snarled monogamy
needs a firework...

A chocolaty moon was rising.
I have lost my riverbed...

A red clock and the dwarf
will not meet on the wall...

In hirsute adolescence
a narcissist climbs...