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...

Be tender, with me-
in midstream...

The mess you made, was
apocalyptic...

The rocks in water
like words, between...

Like war of words.
A fierce battle of winds...

Be laid:
with your private wounds...