Mysterious weather.
You cannot breath in rose...

The flame springs to
burn my hand. Blood drips drop...

To my horror, you
become a seadragon...

Escorting the ache
for a bath in tears for...

Between the hills,
were you ready for a...

Everything begins
with numbers, the curves...

Why incomplete
embrace of death drinking...

Your voice has dimmed.
I cannot catch your...

The beauty of being
nothing, like the nystagmus...

Inviting yourself
for a kiss of wasp...

Searching hegemony
by a lazy eye was not...

You are repeating
hymns to douse the flames...