One's existence was threatened
by the overseeing iguana like crested disguise...

That elusive answer
which ricocheted to land...

Nestling in the arms of
blue sky, a young moon was asking...

And there was history
to map the terror. A neoplasm...

Despite the anger,
the truth will...

For lurid details
of velvety arms...

When light will not
enter the cove...

Pure kill.
I pull out the shivering...

I will go quietly,
when moon sleeps...

The dream death;
while birthing a...

In the empty house
of snow...

I will ask
the moonflower to give me...