In this glass menagerie
woeful and laughing veils...

I thought life would end
in the carve of this lust...

These clock's hands
like the uneven oars of...

Did the wound exist
as an appetency...

Time is links
woven together loop by loop...

He serenades still
there under the window of...

The blackamoor Jazzes,
hellfire tangoes with my soul...

I awaited whole year
between gloom and light...

The knight
armoured all in white...

What a pernicious time this year was for me.
what a serrated dagger...

I saw your cold body,
I hugged your cold body...

It's a salted wound,
the death of your beloved...