Twitching will not stop
after you hit the bull's-eye...

My unique offer:
I want to embrace your...

It had touched, the wind
of sky...

Don't print on the body
a pattern, grayesh red...

Are you there to listen
my voice...

The shadows sit,
under the words, to torture...

The cells,
climb the fame...

A mystical dialogue
in swirls...

Like today.
I walk myself, in my footprints...

Was it kosher to wake
up a sleeping poem, when...

You were shrinking
like microcephaly...

In-between the spaces
body moves...