I dig your secret
life, under wraps of clouds...

A tragic turn.
Mid story bleeds. No one was...

In small pieces
you come back to live...

Do not, meditate.
Random words would take you...

Walls are suddenly
lit. Sun was getting ready...

The contours of
jutting bones refuse to...

O moon, when I
stalk you, why do you...

Would you remain
you, after the time lapse...

The mission to
know myself failed...

Things go beyond your
vision. I transcend gods...

A poet's eye
sails from room to room...

Pain indigo of
half-moon, will travel...