Penchant for bats. Always
nocturnal./ Sustained flight...

A lamplit page
that smells your body...

Loading the twin calyculi
at the dawn. Cotton grass...

After the ammonia leak,
there was a visual hallucination...

Step aside.
Tension of mining gold...

Being me
like a butterfly I cannot...

Sometimes,
you let it go...

O human face,
coming from the furry past...

Calibrating,
the orgy in sky...

Half-living in your gaze
a prisoner of messed...

The moon was coming up
in cross-dressing style...

Without audible conflict
I invoke your face...