The orange poem
wanted to blunt the white...

The crowds,
I was always afraid of them...

A manic moon
in ethereal night...

The hand comes out of the
rubble to throw...

Eyes take flight
away from sleep, from words...

Humanoids fill
the universe. Where does...

What an artifice. The
invisible becomes visible. I am not...

By the moon
I drink you again...

I am pulling out from the committed
sin, cadaver walking...

In hirsute adolescence
a narcissist climbs...

Bring out your integrity
genesis is imploding...

Will I know you?
by unknowing myself in bleak...