Sometimes I would
look at the lame moon. For...

To be honest, there
was no poem today...

It was unbashed invasion,
and then you were paraded naked...

The art of losing the
core-hurts, standing in deepest...

There was an endless war
between you and me O god...

A fathomless abyss,
you feel the power of wordless going...

The spat between the hydra
and sea...

Spurned,
staring into a void...

What is that of this,
I will ask from the question...

There was a trust deficit
between the rose petals, under...

I was preparing myself
for a Socratic dialogue, when...

Perched on a tree high
wave...