In shadow of the moon, why
an illict bone, indentured...

The wayfarer, searching
for the leaf-pains...

The unthinking begins again
watching a lunar...

You were collecting the
clocks, to stall...

The póetique listening
to the reason, as foggy...

Treading gently, trying
to feel close to the heat of...

The trail in mind, you had
a problem, before the coming of Him...

Sleepwalking in unlit
night, grabbing the...

A fuzzy fear descends.
You become ensconced...

The plunging line was?
going deeper, cutting close to...

Encountering a dislocated self,
here it goes, the “I...

After sitting in dark
through the black smiles...