In the exodus of emotions
I try to flee human fears...

To wean away a tigermoth
from a bell jar...

Some apologies for the anatomy.
Stain...

A sorcerer moon was rising
amidst grizzly clouds...

Like each dropp of your humbleness
engulfing my urbanite woes...

Lips of clay tend to bleed
my kisses...

Staples were traveling on the
epiderm, thanking the wounds...

You were starving the words
to commit the waves of hunger...

Come and meet me in chamber of death
where the tempest comes every night...

The path disappears
under the foot...

I met a talking moon
on the road of death...

Abdicating the shadows;
totemic...