The noise of a crescent
climbs wordlessly...

The whole truth was porus,
a hard punch on my face. We stood...

Going nowhere.
Stuck in middle of road...

Point-blank you
kill the pigeons in cold...

Nihilist:
Being observed...

It was a removed behavioral aspect
of a vivisection...

For the bird,
I knocked the cage to set it free...

Immenseness of the contrast -
from blue eyes to red apples...

The red cherries.
You ask me to taste also...

Listen to beats:
of heart, for massacre...

The displaced years
cling...

Nothing makes or breaks now.
I will not know you...