A blood retreats?
through the gift of tears...

In shadows of dawn,
there was no theme...

The leaning neck
of the moon, getting...

Fear returns to
glass jars. The generic gap...

Phobia. As it occurred.
Earth was being spread...

For lurid details
of velvety arms...

You by yourself,
will become me...

On the run,
was a bon viveur...

You wanted him alive.
To witness the evolution of...

In shadow of moon?
amidst banal, repeated answers...

Roping in, as if?
all my defeats, creating...

It was a non-beginning.
You were there...