I am selling my age.
Going stone in market. Honestly...

Give me a live
poem, like a mantra...

Moon was slit in
neck tonight. Can you explore...

Would we meet
again under half moon...

Never had been
at distant pain to hear...

The chilling offer
of thumbs in the voyage...

Everyone would
wait for the death. It should be...

There was no one
at my back. A very tall moon...

How much was space
between you and me in...

Unsung something,
in space, in other life...

The veiled buds for
you, living on the moon...

Unclench your fist.
Release the fireflies...