It was difficult to
rewrite one's own death...

To become yourself,
declaring war...

Your freckles should not
go like innocence. Sun...

Life inside the doors?
mocks the nature...

In reality? you were
in a ring of fire. I had been...

In a frame of a?
window, I watch...

Tonight moon was
gliding like a swan...

Like Sequoia,
you wanted to grow tall...

Living a death daily,
becomes a normal chore. It was an intense...

I sleep, I wake
for a vigil...

Constrained.
The starlings will...

In unblemished irish,
the vision was a link...