A sparrow knits the?
dim moonlight to sleep in...

I was not there
where you are...

You pretend? there
was no god. I want to...

It was otherness which bothered me:
nothing happened otherwise...

I was hurt,
I speak...

Would we meet
again under half moon...

In twilight
the sickle moon...

Unravished the
black moon was down...

When the divinity
lived in you, I scrambled...

An ascetic dies in a shoe
spilling blood...

Effortlessly a desire erects
a monument. One flaw...

What was the prophecy of
a slow moving floating name...