Bring me the sunset in sleeping cups
let night gently pour, as light fills up...

Dancing with sweet feminism,
above cemeteries of barren fields...

Turn off the sun; my life still will shine from...
Dress me in black watch me glowing like I have...

Alas, it's sadness
which within I sail...

If only time would run like a river,
yet into the opposite direction...

I wonder if you still paint your
face with novel features at...

Father,
have I disregarded my childhood...

In wonder I held a cheap pen,
squeezed it between my fingers...

Tonight I'll murder you the literate way
riding a sword of words...

I'm lost; writing-
a puzzle left unsolved...

I enclose no desire to write about the
country resting in South Asia...

Today might be hectic
bursting with announcements...