Sitting at seeding
time, tasting elixir of death...

Moon strips in
grey hours, to transcend...

Leave me alone
amidst the daisies...

Vespa,
the live wasp...

A lamplit page
that smells your body...

When night will not speak
and shoes will float on the water...

The pungent smoke.
Someone was burning...

There was obsession, to wash your
hands again and again...

Immersion in a regal
carnage. Ash colored dawn...

Your slanting smile
like a pendant-moon...

Coming to an end the
consecration. The land will...

What do you think
a redemption of a clone will work...