The displaced years
cling...

Listen to beats:
of heart, for massacre...

The red cherries.
You ask me to taste also...

Immenseness of the contrast -
from blue eyes to red apples...

For the bird,
I knocked the cage to set it free...

It was a removed behavioral aspect
of a vivisection...

Nihilist:
Being observed...

Point-blank you
kill the pigeons in cold...

Going nowhere.
Stuck in middle of road...

The whole truth was porus,
a hard punch on my face. We stood...

The noise of a crescent
climbs wordlessly...

Fear of becoming sane
inherits the hate of earth...