I climb up the stairs to know
How much you need...

Unlived death, that was me
waking in exile from the bones...

Night will feed the sleep
sleep will feed the night...

You have nibbled and eaten raw
scratching by nails...

A scented moon caves in
on a tree top...

In the valley of death
one more guest arrives...

Could not hold it, put it down.
TIME...

No more the sun was hot.
October shadows were clinging to hills...

For the sake of lake, I climbed
on the weeping hills...

Walking with death
talking poetica...

Twilight song of a cuckoo
taps the window softly...

Again you made friends, words
wanted to leave the paper blank...