Uncannily sanguine,
wounded by biting gnats...

Outgunned by life, you escape
to epipheny. The inner...

Like sphinx I put up
before you, three questions...

A maverick?
neither tears, nor scabs...

In eternal quest
of peace I will find you one...

The sins of mortals
have become ordinary...

And you explore me-
to the limits of enchantment...

You were not listening,
when I said...

The trembling hands were
ostrasized for living more...

How much honest you were
while climbing the stairs...

Trying to bring the change
with bleeding silver...

A birthplace turns
into religion. Poem goes...