A city burns.
The child carries the father...

The grass clings
to earth...

A complex question?
it was. Why your...

There was no beginning
no ending...

What a long friendship with
moon...

Talking of nameless and unhappy death
I resume the pathos of recluse...

That satanic streak
of tireless undressing...

Snippets of truth
come to you...

The trauma will not go,
I will go to sea...

Meet a gender bender.
There was a precocious...

There was a geometric progression
in movement of truth and dreams...

A heap of voices hails you, when you stop
in the tract...