One strange movement
stops. You won't conform...

A new
adage. Who was...

After drawing a self-portrait,
I want you to believe...

These were the children of
wrath, the fire god. What I am...

The lazy eye,
staggers. Looks behind...

in a rumpled,
black city...

It was an outrage.
The weaver on the...

Rain, come again,
full of promise & truth...

The accretion of a perfect squall
when claws were out...

Can you define this relationship?
In a tumultuous city...

Sometimes I do not
want to be talked about...

A midnight darkness?
threatens the purple moon...