Tribal instinct spares none.
You change the script...

The moon at the window
tonight, was like a dreamcatcher...

I will talk of human
conflicts. No one was targeted...

One strange movement
stops. You won't conform...

The divination.
A broom...

You nurse the tender pains
to feed your soul. In sunshine...

No wintering.
I have come to stay...

Take me in moonlight
when it is dark, outreaching...

The unthinkable,
has happened...

You come like undersea
quake, hitting...

I plant my last kiss
on the wall of mausoleum...

Before you eat
your words...