Night was not worth
selling the womb. Biological warheads...

The orphan asked
grim reaper, do we live...

He, making his own cast. You knew it.
Unique mystique of transparency...

Always working out the territory
to find out the limits on the right...

Becoming myself,
in the light of a flint, I...

A fistful of scent,
I inhale the lingering...

You are not with yourself today.
Conversation was stopped, from cloud to cloud...

I will cross the twilight zone
to meet you in zero space...

Attending to my laments,
reading a poem to myself...

I will gather you-
through the uproar...

I was badly shaken?
by the strange...

The sound of animosity
wakes you up...