In being and unbeing
I come to you today...

The tremors. One day
I would know. The trees are walking...

The night poem
crucial...

Though inaudible, I will
hear you- clear and distinct...

Everything was in place,
and I started to find...

Eclectically, do not say anything;
put a bullet in your head...

Aquilla. Would you
carry the burden...

You were different from
others, away from home and hypocrisy...

The ostrich problem
of catalepsy...

You will remember-
what I would not- the...

Night blinks.
Light sits under the door...

Trembling…
the burning coal has gone to sleep...