You want to cover your
amnesia. Death...

Not confessional.
Without reading the body...

A house without doors
I was living...

The ethical dilemma,
and chaste abscenity...

Munitions in place
you were ready...

Returning to the ragpicker
like a lone fly...

Yes it would remain
incomplete, my story...

Shredding begins.
One by one all the leaves fall, like disrobing...

Widening the scope
you want to remain...

Gold fringed, the hood
strikes. You are bound...

Not a dog day-
after snapping. In...

Collecting the dirt,
a speechless drama unfolds...