You wanted to understand
the tenor of wet, heavy lids &acirc...

Like a brazen
dancer of night...

It laps up the solitude.
A flame hits the stonewall...

A golden cave was afraid
Of a blue thrust...

Drowning in my blood
the vampire had...

Graveyard of stillbirths.
I am walking on severed legs...

Coming near the incarnation of an
unknown, sunflower seeds were cracking...

It was a freak accident of epithelium
under anaesthesia...

The occult was scrounging
in stringent way...

The visible was most
invisible...

Absurdity was waylaid
like a black swan on the...

The myopic tongues
of tall trees, going downhill...