With tall questions I am
alone, waiting for the...

A poem, like death-was
unpredictable. You wait for it...

It was the presence.
Somewhere magnolias...

Ready to pounce on
a scarecrow...

What noun was combative,
enduring the poison, when...

A moon interrupted;
riles the social class...

You did not want to play-
into the strength...

The one happening;
which never happned...

Impromptu, word by
word, I will anoint you...

It is the truth which
never was. After many...

When you release the
words, your curled fingers...

The black holes ringed
the galaxy. Tainted...