Heaven is pouring and gushing out of the...
radiances are raining from skies...

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

In that café, I penned my poems
pinned a living butterfly of my heart...

Each figure is a silence
shrivelled...

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

Being a gender is too tight
a dungeon...

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

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

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

The dissemination of bullets seeded the womb of...
the land’s arms opened...

Tracing a wrinkle
I ended at far beyond...

My flesh, blood and bones
belong only to myself...