The wind was in your hair,
I will bring the...

After the
elective execution...

I was worried.
A deviant had lost the shape...

Often,
I will return to myself...

The nectar,
coming from nowhere...

It was oneness,
which brought my poetry...

I don't find words.
Words will find me crying...

Unlocking,
the silver knife...

Invasion was thin
like a feather's fall...

After carbon dating
you will find...

When,
the scream ends, you start...

Blending with the light,
as ancients did...