In unthinkable death how do you carry
yourself...

Faded years come back with a vengeance
Clutching your sorrows...

Something was always missing around
one had to die daily...

Do not talk of unhealing wounds,
talk of the weapons...

Non-thinking was a tremendous effort,
I scratched the years one by one...

This was an obscene observation,
seeing through one's mind...

A chalky midnight
I wait for the sound of...

I became uniquely quiescent
like a depthless indulgence...

What shall I write
from the empty, desolate heart...

Your own shelter of erected pretentions is...
but you don't want to come out from the cage...

Some truth disempowers you. You wanted
to be yourself as if not to become extinct...

When you were talking about purity of
Platelets...