Beyond the gaze there is a time zone
of rumored agitation...

Giving yourself,
a gift of trash, you were...

A racial profile begins
between black and white...

Becoming something from anything
was a great bliss of paradigm...

The night shift starts.
A moonbeam comes and lies...

You are trying to
seel the half-truths...

Again, I remember you intensly
in dark night...

Like a mole, she was
coming up, tunneling...

The orifice was absent
from the face...

Seasoned,
a red hibiscus...

What you would not give,
age opens...

Life plays the tricks.
You become a meteor...