The moon was moving
stealthily in wilderness...

I was learning, how
not to catch you...

That was unscarred night.
The full moon was rising...

Have not crossed the street
in many years...

Unslept-
hangman, flees from the noose...

Mooneater, I am my poem:
fantasy of words...

A pithy moon
climbs...

Staples were traveling on the
epiderm, thanking the wounds...

The template had the fault,
I was buried alive...

The sizzling legs wait for
an infinitesimal pause...

Interlude cheats:
the mind fails to understand...

Now burns the stillness of thoughts.
Be my enemy...