I became uniquely quiescent
like a depthless indulgence...

A chalky midnight
I wait for the sound of...

All the wayward words
mock me for inadequacy...

Unmasked inside,
we play the games of a torch...

This was an obscene observation,
seeing through one's mind...

Non-thinking was a tremendous effort,
I scratched the years one by one...

Pathways have no boundaries,
thinker was without a thought...

Do not talk of unhealing wounds,
talk of the weapons...

An uneasy blood cascades
in the slender arteries...

Something was always missing around
one had to die daily...

Faded years come back with a vengeance
Clutching your sorrows...

The decline is steep and fast
Life groans...