Antagonism towards quotidian eyes intumesces with...
behind denials of monochrome imperia...

When our pupils are parallel
they emit eclipses, and echo twilights...

Injustice takes a photo of the world,
unfolding pictures of her sadistic children...

On a tea party of the ghosts
the moon separates trees on two...

Emotions and ideas for riots
engaged empty spaces...

Everybody run here,
hyacinths are overgrown with blades...

Antibodies group as my third eye,
the second grave...

Crucified across the skies which shape-shift
she whispered eclipses to cloned reality...

Analyzing anemic agony
fading; painlessly...