Like walking on coal dump
coming of age...

Where do
I go in dark...

Your stretched nerves
move, like a reptile...

You punish yourself
for not becoming a naught...

Becoming blind
in lightless depth...

A long pause
after my signature peel...

Sitting at a funeral;
in ashes, you search...

It heaves you up;
too antsy to stay...

To undo, the rare
appearance of a god...

A tribal kill;
after a blood sucking...

The twin blasts and
lip-syncing was...

Midcloud of the –
rainy day...