For the dream slaves
the incense has become a moon...

Deceit had a mitotic division, it was spreading;
temporal print on calico...

This fake city
encounters...

Thoughts move
like free radicals...

Blurring of words
takes place. Lead the light, O Sun...

A sage plant scrambles for the
mob, walking out of bed...

Belly crawl after a dance.
Carnivores were ready...

One day I will meet you
on a dirt track...

A futurist virginity in black rose
was seeking posthumous award...

Before the spill there was
soaring. And then anti-g...

Waiting under the opaque moon
a primeval instinct takes over you...

Writing on sleeves
to remember your departure...