Invasion was thin
like a feather's fall...

Unlocking,
the silver knife...

It was oneness,
which brought my poetry...

The nectar,
coming from nowhere...

Often,
I will return to myself...

After the
elective execution...

The moon titled her head
and went inarticulate...

Pushed aside and
sequestered, like a...

A fugitive moon
appeared, after the blaze of the sun...

In the humid night
there was a circularity...

It returns to haunt,
the dilemma, of disowning...

Burning rocks had
a near miss. The...