It was a free fall.
A plot seems to thicken...
Trying to bring the change
with bleeding silver...
The thirst will know,
the river was there...
The evil city? You
become the smallest...
Sometimes, I want to write
a folk poem, without name...
Moisture was becoming
the strength of dry eyes...
A butterfly
in a bell jar...
Segment by segment
the secret breaks. There was...
I would let it go
anything now. Will not accept...
Stoned to death.
The rooted plants had begun...
It takes billions of years
for ancient light to reach us and...
I will meet the moon
on the terrace...