Little birds
had become stone pelters...

There was no collateral
damage to my flower vase...

Without narrating
yourself, when and how...

I was not there
when omentum was incinerated...

You were afraid of,
unknown, walls pulled down...

I forget,
leaving behind? ambiance...

The power of the
face of a diamond, sedates...

Deadpan. Far off an
explosion. First a lull, then...

For feeding a false tree
of life, beheading...

Under deadly nightshade
we met for the first time...

It was restless mind
and I ask you something...

Washed-up your
facial nuance, like jellyfish...