Keep the passion
to reach the moon...

Blindfolded I groped,
to cross the line...

What was your dharma
while sharing an occult...

How far you can go
to remain dumb and dare...

What would you like
to wear, when oracle's...

The big toe
like some ego, breaks the syntax...

Your eyes return
to haunt me like falling...

The glass eye looks
at moon, caves in moonlight...

Listen to wind in
dark. I was hurting myself...

That appears my last
race, though sun refuses to set...

An ailing sun.
I grieve for a lost song...

If there was nothing
to chance at, we will not quit...