You would not know,
when, a desire...

Tonight, come for moon watch.
I will show you the night birds...

Do the shadows
talk solemnly, when...

You dig in your heels,
when blood spills...

Noway, I will ask
the poem, to become stressed out...

When I hold the pen,
it trembles in my hand; the poem...

Give me a lone word.
I will write a poem...

I have never been the same,
after watching, the abandoned...

Gliding on the clover
you invoke the sky...

On the rim of a beer glass,
stand, white crystals of salt...

When the dialogue stops
there will be a royal bleed...

This jungle of words.
Fear, like a badger...