A hand wipes away the dried tears,
chemistry working...

Behind your face
was cleaver...

Pathways have no boundaries,
thinker was without a thought...

A missile in the home,
what they have done...

After decapitation, it was
half-honour...

Blaze. Awakens
me. Again it was snow...

Your truth always happened at wrong time
You were guilty of telling lies to death...

Joining the names,
a nameless melancholia crosses a borderland...

The prescience
plays a bellwether role...

There was insurgency-
in white night...

It should not have happened
this way, or that way...

After the organic death
of soaked breast...