Enthralled by the cone
of pure white light...

I'm not complaining
thank God...

My dreams
bought cheap...

I wither
on the vine...

Been there
done that...

It seems
all my life...

How we crave
human kindness...

In that frightening
time...

If you
don't worry...

The sky is
a pale blue backdrop...

My life
a secondary colour...

The burning groves
writhe with pain...