I will ask you no more.
An answer settles the question...

A useless space between the sentences,
ghastly story does not end in black and white...

Long night will start the pincer movement;
pyrexia is rising...

Cell to cell a trapped apocalypse moves
breaking the taboo, deconstructing...

Heart's ache is getting worse everyday.
May be I go out in this brutal world...

When glacier recedes,
Your eyes start flowing...

It was not like life.
I am worried...

He turns, forgets the hollyhocks
tries to become human...

Do you need a sanitizer for contaminated hands?
They were busy in illustrating the ugly contours...

The way back it worked
the pretention...

Looked naïve, but he was
elevating himself on the heap of lights...

Perhaps you know,
that you do not know...