The blue stare
will stretch on the horizon...

A green hunt of words
does not dare to insert...

Were you the face of God
in the temple of tooth...

Different hues were lit up.
A water drop falls on my lips...

Moon dust was sprinkled
once more on mangroves...

Nomadic words
do not stay with me...

On ladder, you climb
for espionage, with...

If,
I was not afraid of...

Hacked to death.
All I scribbled on...

Eyes half-shut, you are seeing,
unseeing to house the failing light...

The knot was broken
from the waist...

After the skin, the corti
were trying to measure the silence...