The orifice was absent
from the face...

Seasoned,
a red hibiscus...

What you would not give,
age opens...

Life plays the tricks.
You become a meteor...

Scouring, the unmarked
silences...

Completely eaten up by
coherent light...

In the dust
from the dust. I will see your...

Ask the queen of night,
who was more brutal...

In a moment
of panic...

Moon was mixing the colors.
The black hole does not exist...

The dots, million times,
like fire ants...

Leave your seminal
expression with minimal...