It was middle noon
on the deserted street...

In transit of soul,
when you were under siege...

Talking of morality abuse
and implanting of false truth...

Holding the thought before it
is born. Let the void become...

Traversing atopia
I am touching your belly button...

Picking a lock you break
a bloodline. A stargazer...

The arch
in the targeted killing...

There was soft
purring. Inviting but malicious...

Why did your hand
become the fist...

Do not remember the names.
Somebody is waiting in the wings...

Listening to a gleaming
word whole life...

A hundred pounds bite.
It was a matter of faith...