A vigil for scrolls:
who writes the history now...

Miranda:
talk to your restive soul...

Deep inside
there was a simian jealousy...

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

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

Now burns the stillness of thoughts.
Be my enemy...

Interlude cheats:
the mind fails to understand...

The sizzling legs wait for
an infinitesimal pause...

Let be it.
The little bowl abandoning...

And everyday we talk about the sinister designs
of semilunar nights to rob us of our days...

And you explore me-
to the limits of enchantment...

The template had the fault,
I was buried alive...