In raw blackness
you want to find fireflies...

The vertical thought had
jumped on the moon...

Your interpretation
was a miracle of...

It was a mid night knock.
A cloud laden sky...

Thoughts move
like free radicals...

It was midnight moon
cruising in the bedroom...

It laps up the solitude.
A flame hits the stonewall...

I let you go
to meet the panther...

Call me avenger,
after the punch line had...

It was a free fall.
A plot seems to thicken...

Moon was walking
like your shadow...

Was it a mirage of innocence
in the age of push ups of a...