Moon rose from
obscurity, once I released...

I will color
the sky, grieving for the...

I was not afraid of legacy
seeking out a collateral...

Come to me
like never ending pain...

The who was
inside you...

Coming over here
to find me, in abstract meaning...

From window to window?
a search begins...

A ghost truth
levels down...

Talking of obscenity
you were undressing...

Doing nothing, for no
obvious reason, engaging...

Attending to my laments,
reading a poem to myself...

A sniper was around.
I did not want to rush...