Death would not stop
coming on the dirt road...

Smitten by your holy
tongue, the muse melts...

It was hazy in Plato's
cave, I was trying to study...

Trying to make my
life ephemeral, inviting...

Unclench your fist.
Release the fireflies...

The veiled buds for
you, living on the moon...

Unsung something,
in space, in other life...

How much was space
between you and me in...

There was no one
at my back. A very tall moon...

Everyone would
wait for the death. It should be...

The chilling offer
of thumbs in the voyage...

Never had been
at distant pain to hear...