Cut the masks
and you will find a river of sorrow...

I punish myself daily
to deny a god...

Once you are labeled,
The human input is out and...

As I accept the verdict,
the dead-soul beast...

The great lines, you quote, don't
stir me... you know my vexation...

A sudden shock,
when a snakeskin starts moving...

The traveler sleeps in a sepulcher,
endlessly, timelessly...

Night falls in rings.
The poetry becomes...

Wanting to die young
hairy and unbaked...

It was a marathon race of
timeline. The days are bound and shot...

You loosen the grip
and let go the bank...

In searing heat, on
the fern path...