Some apologies for the anatomy.
Stain...

To wean away a tigermoth
from a bell jar...

In the exodus of emotions
I try to flee human fears...

That targeted sleep will not come
at once...

He wants-
to sort through the voices...

I am in retreat, for a music
of visitation...

And you explore me-
to the limits of enchantment...

And everyday we talk about the sinister designs
of semilunar nights to rob us of our days...

Let be it.
The little bowl abandoning...

Sleep me, conceive me like sphagnum;
propel me to essence of death...

After scarring, the big gap
confronts a mascot...

Miranda:
talk to your restive soul...