Sitting on the border wall
and looking at the moon...

It was a wake up call
invoked...

A night of one thousand moons
and I am dancing...

In deep silence
my words float in your eyes...

Life had tossed you in
flames...

In final journey, there
was a collective guilt...

The search was absolute,
truth was not...

Handcuffed, you digress
from the vacuity. A bucket...

This was eerie
in blue seizures. Half-mother...

Standing in dark storm,
not to turn back...

Sexism was chasing a
gibbous moon whole night...

Faded years come back with a vengeance
Clutching your sorrows...