That satanic streak
of tireless undressing...

Spooked by a two headed snake,
a double of a living person squirms...

Be with me
in this zone of pain...

The restless legs take you,
weightless, to marshes...

Do not open this dirt file of
the suspended time. It reverberates...

Have not asked much,
still attached to you with subtelities...

All the wayward words
mock me for inadequacy...

The moon scrambles on
the fragrance of the trees...

A perfect solution
was never found. The question...

We cannot think alike,
and we cannot listen together...

Some depth,
my thoughts never touched...

I will cross the twilight zone
to meet you in zero space...