An alien feeling
of weird dreams...

I moan the departure
of death...

In the dim corridors
of a dirty game...

The war game begins.
You hide the sex behind...

You had set your sights
on the pond, accepting defeat...

When light will not
enter the cove...

For ethnicity
draped in gasoline...

The sellout of an identity
was complete...

A distended deceipt takes over,
when you...

After a face - off
you toss the coin...

Unveiled,
the moon will find you...

Always he was picking up and counting the pins
to distill the essence of rainbows...