The visible was most
invisible...

The occult was scrounging
in stringent way...

Was that a robot
claiming friendship...

It was a freak accident of epithelium
under anaesthesia...

A whisperer with its begging bowl
wants a moon in alms...

Must I give you
the chilled truth of dry winds...

Coming near the incarnation of an
unknown, sunflower seeds were cracking...

Graveyard of stillbirths.
I am walking on severed legs...

In slap at your icarian path
the call was not taken...

Drowning in my blood
the vampire had...

A golden cave was afraid
Of a blue thrust...

O viola,
go over the grapes...