You always tried
to conceal the imperfect...

Your alignment
with sea was not perfect. You...

Still I am looking
at the path, from where you...

You failed me.
O god, your shadow one day...

Why bewildered?
There is always something...

In blue dawn
pure truth will hinge on the...

How do I carry the
moon, wherever I go to search...

I want you to call
me, when my shirt was stainless...

Dried knuckles will
not fondle the small moons...

Very grim. You
promote the copperheads...

No, I don't think,
when I write. My poem...

Half a journey, you want
a happy end. Beyond crossing the...