The interstellar
reticence, becomes the...

After finding the pulse,
you become a man-eater...

Do not measure zany,
yourself. When did you become...

Centrality suffers.
A poem...

Why do I part with
my grief, my poems...

The fractured core,
a broken faith, there was...

You wanted to be covered
with dahlias, unmeasuring...

Selene, the goddess of
the moon, promises...

What would you say?
if I shed my identity...

Teaching self the,
art of dying...

An earthen lamp
in loneliness...

The swamp was in
boil. It was raining...