There was no colour in the nude
and skin deep fire was raging...

Take my body for sail,
my wings to fly...

It does not work;
the manipulation of the fast...

Are you sure after the sunset
the hunger will find the mouths...

Candle by candle
you burn your dreams...

The animal thing inside:
My half-brother...

Mountains were coming down to
never-home...

The lesson
of sudden fall...

Lead me into, the green darkness, under
the nude flames...

The questions hang like skin tags.
A broken mirror, stabs...

That cameo was my secret grief.
He will make you sing...

I am lifting
your blood-soaked shirt...