I will ask
the moonflower to give me...

Like it was pain of sea.
The waves are not rising...

This was a circle
which broke...

Mind goes blank.
In the interim relief- I will wake...

Why the pink words
float in black eyes...

Salt burnt, you come
under the shade...

To drink the sea,
spilled over...

Becoming myself,
in the light of a flint, I...

An indecent
exposure. It was not...

Do not give me a shrine.
Not for me...

In my assets
you blaze...

Poetry of vengeance.
This was not any pulverized...