A livid moon had started
a body count for undoing a book...

We heard the screams.
Water to water...

An answer becomes a question
without an effort...

Turn the corner
and you will find, some dark figures...

The space covers me now.
Words stayed too long...

Belly crawl after a dance.
Carnivores were ready...

Eclectically, do not say anything;
put a bullet in your head...

The long tentacles return
to gather you...

You by yourself,
will become me...

How far? How far the goodness will survive?
Born to suffer, a troubled mind...

Weird,
your hidden contours...

Unstitched, you visit
my navel, without...