It is me, inside & outside,
movement of sensuous self...

A brief encounter with the depth charge,
paralyzed waist down...

The space covers me now.
Words stayed too long...

Ending of day was beginning,
of a terrible awakening...

At cultural opening of thin
layers of faith & consciousness...

Does not penetrate,
it brushes superficially...

No plaques?
No head stones...

Fear swooped on extended mind,
when brain was never silent...

The decline was steep.
Somewhere the clouds burst in tears...

We don't want to
see each other naked...

Effortlessly a desire erects
a monument. One flaw...

When the night was swamping him
with epileptic frame...