A new planet was taking birth.
Stem cells were coming out of...

Why did not you
cross the black river...

Watching the ascension
of half-moon from the brown hills...

Deep blue, almost black,
sadness...

An oriole gives
an edgy call...

I have peeled off my eyes.
Fear of unbeing creeps in...

When you were rolling in dust,
a puritan said, truth was me...

Inside, the battle wages.
One step down...

Maimed, tortured for love of resistance
this night appears to be...

On the battle turfs of a vernacular
hunger, the hikes were killing...

Will you walk with me
on the banks of a silent and invisible river...

Fear of a mound,
tumbling down...