He used to tread lightly as if
walking on concrete, barefoot...

Coming from the dark-
to deceptive bloodletting...

A young grasshopper lands
on the paper, I was writing upon...

Unsung:
how it was, you died...

Leaker had started
the invasion of the lake...

Training your voice, you
had come around to open...

When you would be absent,
O Druid, I will know you better...

The abundance spills on my
torn shirt, when I was...

It was a flame in the drizzle:
a golden peacock...

Despite the great divide
a dialogue must ensue, between...

Lamenting, what not to-
think. Condemned to burn...

You were becoming more prone
to violence, confronting...