Let me go first in the cave
to see the hollow-eyed, bird-face...

It was past endurance.
Flattened rage went into shaking palsy...

Vast emptiness preceded him,
when he stood inside a glass on road...

The king
made a fun of our poverty...

Was it necessary to see,
what you wanted me to see...

In my domain I am the child again
lost in labyrinth of stairways...

He had tied the brown thread on the pole
relieving the spirits from trees for the start...

He did not want to climb the spiral helix,
a son will be born without him...

In the stand-off
between stolen history...

Seizing a chance in
a trice, in one dark September...

Self-immolation
near a waterfall...

He did not want anything
after the sex and death of a protagonist...