A city dies inside me
leaves uncharted...

Standing in a milk line you were
talking of depravity, of blood lines...

You were not a god?
in panic, seeking an asylum...

Walking in sleep
you tiptoed as if gliding...

This moment was not
mine. Not this moment had...

For ethnicity
draped in gasoline...

Today I want to take a lethal dose
of black lips, confronting the killer on...

The soft pain lashes
in a bizarre manner. You...

In search of?
lotus flower...

The band of clouds
wraps the full moon rising...

Inquiring myself
to understand the goddess...

Give me a piece of your body
before you go...