On the battle turfs of a vernacular
hunger, the hikes were killing...

Maimed, tortured for love of resistance
this night appears to be...

Inside, the battle wages.
One step down...

When you were rolling in dust,
a puritan said, truth was me...

I have peeled off my eyes.
Fear of unbeing creeps in...

An oriole gives
an edgy call...

Deep blue, almost black,
sadness...

Watching the ascension
of half-moon from the brown hills...

Why did not you
cross the black river...

A new planet was taking birth.
Stem cells were coming out of...

In a pool of blood
a face swims...

What is the relevance now
to live for a cause...