Your feet had
turned stones. The return...

Again a forest
walks, wounded and broke...

All night you were
talking to moon in dance...

Stitch your eyes
before you see the slit...

Like holocaust,
rolling moon brings...

Keep your persona
blessed. I miss you...

Will mediation
work? I don't know...

Like a stingray
you hurt. My chest heaves...

No more I will
confront you in rain after...

Deep within, you
wanted to know earnestly, why...

You bend like an
ocean to catch the moon...

No ceremony. I
will walk out from the star...