Deep inside
there was a simian jealousy...

A vigil for scrolls:
who writes the history now...

Half-mooned I have left the envy.
The basic instinct of lesser love...

There was no need of a sharp knife
in Calvaria...

Perpetual stasis
in blank stares...

A killer moon
blinks...

Turn the corner
and you will find, some dark figures...

It in now dark.
Talking of exposed genitalia...

A frame
lifts the skirt of a portrait...

It was a fast
against truth, in support...

Arrive with me in untainted
light. Between two threats...

It was
a graceful exit...