Was it a spiritual failure of a man
to become an animal effortlessly...

Death was the beginning. My emancipation.
Death of pre-memory thoughts. I am ready to...

In despair,
beyond-pain, I will watch my dreams...

Sometimes death lives for eternity,
a captive of silence...

It was otherness which bothered me:
nothing happened otherwise...

The metastatic figure.
He was seeking truth without thought...

Round dahlias.
Your eyes have started speaking...

The wind writes a name on the clouds
and sun wipes out the letters...

This road trip to moon will not end
through the shards of shattered...

Plurality of the sin
slids across the sludge...

Can your words find the color
and smell of a manslaughter...

I tossed back the hot questions
before searching the answer...