The upbeat moon
becomes dazed, when you...

The plunging line was?
going deeper, cutting close to...

The trail in mind, you had
a problem, before the coming of Him...

Treading gently, trying
to feel close to the heat of...

The póetique listening
to the reason, as foggy...

You were collecting the
clocks, to stall...

In shadow of the moon, why
an illict bone, indentured...

Were you the face of God
in the temple of tooth...

Calibrating,
the orgy in sky...

How difficult it was to
remain a simple truth...

Half milk water and
half water milk...

No questions were taken
from unforgiving sword...