Night will feed the sleep
sleep will feed the night...

Neither in sleep nor wake
I hear, a wingless fall, out of the clouds...

Do not knock out the water from the eyes,
each dropp is temple...

How will you carry the mount of tears
in the vally of temples? Kites flowing...

A cutaneous drip.
The young moon drinks the dew...

They will not come down
with branding iron and bobbing stings...

He was no longer angry
writing his own epitaph...

A leopardess dies on a tree.
No molestation was reported...

In your limpid eyes
a pacifism slumps...

I will not understand
the gift of hurting...

Sudden onset of an insertion
going for a kill in bluish green valley...

These were the children of
wrath, the fire god. What I am...