After watching an honour
killing, moon slept...

In a haunting trove -;
there was a synthetic insanity...

There was nothing to hide.
No jewels, no gold. I...

The rain washed,
moon. I am going to talk...

After the moon
it was an unkempt night...

Dementia begins. The ending starts.
Death had many names...

Tearing up,
the revised versions...

To understand the life
after the flames die, I will...

Let me go first in the cave
to see the hollow-eyed, bird-face...

Becoming something from anything
was a great bliss of paradigm...

So my absentism will prevail
over presence...

Time. Marches on;
tasting the blood of hikers...