Becoming fiercly personal
with no physical contact...

The shades of dawn
under the waning moon...

Let it go, do not touch it.
You had been negating the bare truth...

Oh, templed god, why did
you snare the palmer...

You can legitimate
the loot. There will be no...

This was profanity.
A dead club moss resurrects...

You collect
the crowd and it will...

You become absent in
repose..I try to rein in the...

Less likely to be a truth,
let's celebrate the healing touch...

The snow:
Pounding the earth, trees...

Your thin white skin spreads
on the front. The blue...

It was a basic instinct.
You wanted to become something...