Even light will not
find your black hole, beyond...

I touch the timber
and smell my hands. Jacarandas...

When the divinity
lived in you, I scrambled...

When you left, I had
covered my mirror not to...

It was religion.
The yellow viper will strike...

Your trajectory was
rising. People rode the stars...

A medieval smile
picks up the frozen pain...

Joining back tribe
was not atonement...

Can you feel pulse
of a moment before it...

Wading in tears
you want to catch time. Sun...

Defining hunger
I become metaphysical...

To live again, I
will not come after dying for...