How can you salvage the theme of god
from the forbidden knowledge...

I missed the heartbeats for a vessel of stars,
while death was always near...

If the lineation wins,
I will not pardon myself...

Some depth,
my thoughts never touched...

Too many mongrels on road
chasing inbred hymens...

The enormous evil pours
its darkness on streets...

It was happening.
It was a perverse state...

Walking alone in
the dishevelled inner space...

The falling poem was
in bruising gamble of winter...

Between the tears falls the non-vision.
I am scared...

I was not there
where you are...

Alone with an untouched,
untainted voice in me...