A fear stalks you
in the dead city of broken paths...

You wanted to possess me
and I sought to...

Trying to face fiction,
poetry was falling apart...

Scythe of a moon
swings, between tall...

The trauma gives me a
severe jolt...

Winter is round the corner.
A single dew drop...

The age has taken
away the bones...

I grope, I fumble.
I do not seek...

Locating the perceived
footprints of moon...

Your time
was not my time...

Humanoids fill
the universe. Where does...

Let me go into long pause.
I want to dig my consciousness...