I am pulling out from the committed
sin, cadaver walking...

Be with me
in this zone of pain...

I am lifting
your blood-soaked shirt...

That cameo was my secret grief.
He will make you sing...

The questions hang like skin tags.
A broken mirror, stabs...

I was learning, how
not to catch you...

Lead me into, the green darkness, under
the nude flames...

The lesson
of sudden fall...

Mountains were coming down to
never-home...

The moon was moving
stealthily in wilderness...

The animal thing inside:
My half-brother...

Candle by candle
you burn your dreams...