Coming near the incarnation of an
unknown, sunflower seeds were cracking...

It was a freak accident of epithelium
under anaesthesia...

The occult was scrounging
in stringent way...

The visible was most
invisible...

Absurdity was waylaid
like a black swan on the...

The myopic tongues
of tall trees, going downhill...

For the dream slaves
the incense has become a moon...

Deceit had a mitotic division, it was spreading;
temporal print on calico...

This fake city
encounters...

Thoughts move
like free radicals...

Blurring of words
takes place. Lead the light, O Sun...

A sage plant scrambles for the
mob, walking out of bed...