I am not of here,
I am from a place...

Such a strange affair
in between here and there...

If there is a promise to make
it is to the truth...

Being a gender is too tight
a dungeon...

For the sake of silence,
we have to distance ourselves...

Could you for wile cuddle this little bug,
this hug- less kitten in the cold...

Was it always between us this way
how our oblivion sways...

Days are withering in vain
corroding like my chain...

Look how the moth swapped
its withered yellow wings with...

Every now and then
a poem coiled in scroll of an acumen...

My brother is a gullible sinner
and I am Jesus...

He wished to tell though
he chose silence instead so...