It was a failed attempt
to employ the eternity...

Creeping in waking night
was fear of fear...

Hunger comes back like a dagger
on face. With iris and fingerprints...

Perfect bridges for a fading light
taking you to dark caves...

An unusual melody,
a reticent antiquarian...

Was that a non-devil effort
to hide the language...

After the puppet show,
the nest was calling...

The hawk was landing.
Squinting at the urgent need...

Black livers?
Are you really desperate...

The sludge overtakes the sane
euphoria.A barefoot caravan...

Goose-stepping on a soul song
you set the sky ablaze...

After a long time, I heard them again:
peacocks...