Plurality of the sin
slids across the sludge...

This road trip to moon will not end
through the shards of shattered...

Under the frame
lurking from a sun point...

Sun tears into
clouds. Between oaks...

Dismantling the vista
for a missing link...

Come, become my mirror to read the backward...
wards have failed me...

Driving the moment
you swoop on the clock...

A city dies inside me
leaves uncharted...

Tainted blood
cruising in wrong legs...

Now comes the visual
separation after the fall of an...

Water has its own mind.
Becomes a rival...

In my sky your blackbird
a lamp without a light...