I was preparing myself
for a Socratic dialogue, when...

There was a trust deficit
between the rose petals, under...

What is that of this,
I will ask from the question...

The spat between the hydra
and sea...

A fathomless abyss,
you feel the power of wordless going...

The art of losing the
core-hurts, standing in deepest...

It was unbashed invasion,
and then you were paraded naked...

To be honest, there
was no poem today...

Sometimes I would
look at the lame moon. For...

In search of lost
memory, there was no regret...

Behind the iron mask, with
unsteady hands, I...

It was not,
just a kiss of a zodiac sign...