Timeless I dream about
a sleepwaking into death...

When I touched your pshyche,
my completeness wavered...

The family evolved from
virtue to virtual image...

Waiting for a chaste bread, whole
life under the moon...

Must we go beyond
the black holes of burned books...

Joining the seams for the sake of probity
you opt for the wages of truth...

Pursuit of otherness died
with you, from sameness...

For a patch of happiness
you rushed into the arms...

The rose month is coming
I am not ready to receive the guest...

Hold the innocence,
at brink of sliding death...

In the untouchable dream,
night floats tugging at my sleeve...

In longest night
of pitch-dark space...