Oh, templed god, why did
you snare the palmer...

Today I am alone?
with myself...

The wound peeks out
from the round eyes. No lashes...

Sitting on a white
rose, the miniature god...

How far you will go?
with me...

The candle burns
your thumb.Night will...

The spirit was not there
under the skin...

Your coins don't
make noises. Absolutely...

O pathfinder,
you wanted to leave unsung...

The feel, it hurts
when you...

In ascending numbness
you can think clearly at night...

Moon disrobed today
to show the wounds. Why...