Dismantling the vista
for a missing link...

I climb up the stairs to know
How much you need...

For the memory of palms,
the pretence lives on...

If you must go
empty-handed, the sacred...

Walking in sleep at
night with large steps like a...

Grey air. I will come to myself, igniting
the fire. When will be ground reality known...

Deceit had a mitotic division, it was spreading;
temporal print on calico...

It was your choice,
to seek or not to seek...

Catching the colors?
of rainbow, altering sky...

The maligned,
bloody moon...

There was no rationale
of jinxed proxy. Let me sort...

The enormous evil pours
its darkness on streets...