Ah, in this?
culture of shames...

Time
was moving without wheels...

After centuries of reverie?
a dream breaks, falls...

O my baby pain?
this house is on fire...

The lazy eye,
staggers. Looks behind...

In deep bottom,
at first light, I...

The lips will speak
without sound...

Like toothache.
Would hear the voices...

More searing?
in fog of love...

You walk through me
opening the portal of...

To sell the half-truths?
of lies, you quit...

In a pinch of light,
waiting it to happen...