Give me a home for sparrows.
An outcry was rising...

Writing,
a blood code...

To understand the body,
smeared with ash...

Lesser evil of a god
will preside over...

To live or not
to live like a zero...

After the death, mediocre paperweights rule
on the pages of life...

I have not arrived
as yet, to meet myself...

Cupping the water in hand,
you feel the nativity...

In a wasp moment?
alone with myself...

It was on. The heat!
When you could not tell the truth about yourself...

The great lines, you quote, don't
stir me... you know my vexation...

Totality of your wholeself is condemned
life extracts the price...