There were involuntary
pauses...

Shame!
I had started the fight...

You would not know,
when, a desire...

Dismembering the wreath,
he went on celebrating his own demise...

I was trying to communicate
the poverty of words...

Unsung:
how it was, you died...

I recognized the vitriol.
There was blood on your hands...

Lead me into, the green darkness, under
the nude flames...

Leaving the faint traces,
of some diluted thoughts...

From window to window?
a search begins...

I hear again your voice
after injury pause...

He nearly jumped
from the cliff shrinking back to...