Flirting will broken bread
I taste a bitter truth...

A downy clay near
fingertips. I ascend light...

Ah, the baby clouds
rappled down the moon...

Surge of rage in domes of violence
skins the history, becomes a frozen embryo...

The path was becoming pathless
after seeking the deluge...

Time zone had become acidic.
Wear the chador softly...

One unthinkably hostile debate
started in a colosseum...

Eyes take flight
away from sleep, from words...

Focused on burgundy palms
as the age blinks...

The bald mannequin, stands
undraped, without genitalia...

The hard core cult was fixing
the flies on the podium...

Standing on a sandisland
I was looking at the landscape...