Clubfoot.
A poet's dilemma...

Like a tantric I will
gather you and make you sleep...

In my sanctum,
you walk in? like...

Where sand becomes
silver, you cower...

It weeps ritual.
A spiritual walk...

Talking off the runway
moon? being you, a...

What if the sword
leaves and purple eyes...

Nothing other than,
he was hearing...

Tends to droop,
the narcissus, after...

Let go the nightmares
and oneness...

Light of dawn.
Day begins with...

I resent.
Will remain that...