The feel, it hurts
when you...

The orange poem
wanted to blunt the white...

Earth was sending a long
shadow on the moon...

Sailing over the body,
dream to dream...

You were lost
like a rolled away pill...

Drinking from the portrait
of an alienated moon...

You walked with me
when it was pitch-dark...

You walk out from
the bruises, like a late...

Where do I begin,
extracting the earth...

Writing,
a blood code...

Like the artifacts of ruins,
you look back...

The moonlight-
singed him at night...