Ah, it was not a diamond
ring. In your palm was sitting...

This road trip to moon will not end
through the shards of shattered...

Today I am drunk with pain due to fragility
of reason...

My garden cries for no reason.
Kindness melts into a rain...

Being was my forte,
where the words speak no more...

A rapt moon was listening
a tale of two murders...

A severed hand, after
the blast, working on a script...

Soundlessly steps move, in
midmoon? deleting trust...

You wear a cult.
I come nude of veneration...

Talking to bougainvilleas,
one day I will cut my tongue...

The occult was scrounging
in stringent way...

Silence was so loud?
a pain ago, would you...