I have accepted myself, now.
In incompleteness...

It is over. The curtain falls.
I have come to settle...

Stalking a poem
the art...

To foil the pride of
initiating the blasts...

After reaching, near-
the crumbling wall, you...

You should have asked me.
Why was it not important...

Under siege,
tied to a bomb...

Disconnecting tragedy
you live again...

All day it rained.
There was no destination...

Deflecting the light,
you stand in dark...

The single purple moon
was cruising non-chalantly...

Was it altruistic, donating
the light to the...