Centrality suffers.
A poem...

Do not measure zany,
yourself. When did you become...

After finding the pulse,
you become a man-eater...

The interstellar
reticence, becomes the...

When the time faults, it
becomes metaphysical for me...

This age of depression?
Do you hear...

Unstitch my memories,
I have come home...

The collective
scream of peacocks...

It was time to
modify the heritage...

Can you contain it;
the call...

Farce,
you think...

Sundown, the masks
come out and a game of...