O my baby pain?
this house is on fire...

Impacted in lunar surface,
the centuries of dust and...

No wintering.
I have come to stay...

The blue veins,
defending brazenly...

Living on the fringes of
faith, you become epiphanous...

In my domain I am the child again
lost in labyrinth of stairways...

1
The reluctant thereness...

How age slips away
from your hands...

Being alone,
writing poetry...

After reaching, near-
the crumbling wall, you...

Was it a spiritual failure of a man
to become an animal effortlessly...

Does not penetrate,
it brushes superficially...