The future looks like
an asylum. Incarcerated...

Do not punish yourself
devastatingly...

When the hurting
fails to speak, tribalism wins...

The footman was
unseen. I assume, the...

No time was left
to call you to bring in...

Water has no feet.
With cupped hands...

From within, a
fawned virtue follows...

A danger looms
large, permeating in...

I don't want to
be a winner. My words...

You had dropped
the moon like a burning coal...

My nascent distress flourishes
under the diktat of unknown. Can you...

Now if the moon
sinks, will you talk to me...