Can you freeze the years?
Untrammeled mind...

The dead sea
and the naked soul...

Blue poppies were poised
to meet the regret of thighs...

The night calling. I start
the search for survivors...

I woke up clutching the dreams
in deluge of tears...

It was not worth it.
Building of castles on the dirty roads...

In search of peace
the free hand was inflicting casualities...

Visibility was poor when he pursued
the face, face of himself...

I did not will them
dreams of crystals...

I was a non-believer in exodus
of nothingness...

Can you see the smoke
coming from...

The absent moon
in a tea cup...