Let me be myself
in cloud of tears...

The cells,
climb the fame...

I do not remain happy
with noises of wisdom...

The truth of my blood
at the mensal...

Were you the face of God
in the temple of tooth...

I grope, I fumble.
I do not seek...

This age of depression?
Do you hear...

Give me the whole
of a fragment...

Sexist barbs against
wooden breasts, street-smart...

In city of thousand sacrifices
the dominion reads...

Under your baton,
The targets are being...

Do not
give me a dream...