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...

Don’t ever ever dare my insanity
for I've found your sanity deluged in vanity...

Such inverse efficacy:
Rocks grind...

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

The tragedy of a man in the abyss of: “to be...
Where the bridge of “to be” connecting two...

I awaited whole year
between gloom and light...

When you smile
the white gate of Eden opens...

Dewdrops
falling...

In the oscillation of an accordion
we were gasping...

Yoyos are orbicular,
like everything else...