I am the circumference
and I am the center...

Like a virgin birth,
a poem floats...

Why did you offer your
eyes, to a non-victim...

The witch-hunt starts
for an unexploded bomb...

A conspiracy of the sort.
This is what I wanted...

The porus mind?
in the vacant chair, thinking...

Smearing an uncut?
and whole moon on the forehead...

Making them dead?
in a regal way...

My killing instincts
were intact...

You were at it again.
Ignoring the truth...

The pain physical.
I carve it in my mind, to...

After victim effect
of hibernation...