You want your gifts back.
Body by body...

Midcloud of the –
rainy day...

Blows had blackened the mist,
fear of crossing the road, dented the veil...

Was that a non-devil effort
to hide the language...

Without audible conflict
I invoke your face...

Holding the truth for the
sake of time and space...

With the tip in the center,
this is the circle of an iron will...

Escaping the unknown
becomes easier...

Your feet had
turned stones. The return...

A chilled moon was standing
between the lovers...

Unsung something,
in space, in other life...

When your suffering
drops by, something dies in me...