Tonight sleep was not coming to me.
Tears had washed the splinters out of the bruised...

Was it a mirage of innocence
in the age of push ups of a...

Waiting for a prickly path
at crossroads...

Come down gingerly.
The deep snow is melting...

Where was love
in a dewdrop and rose...

Standing on a hump,
a chilled remorselessness...

Beings of erotica were
at the gates of heaven...

Behind your face
was cleaver...

Time unleashed from ferrum
becomes pain...

A missile in the home,
what they have done...

After decapitation, it was
half-honour...

Blaze. Awakens
me. Again it was snow...