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...