When sun was
preparing to die, why...

Break the bread.
Someone waits under...

The character of the myth exploded,
naked aggression on the souls started with...

In praise of body
like a bow...

Like a brazen
dancer of night...

I want to shake them off,
weird thoughts...

This was not physical.
Which part of your psyche...

A poem
borrowed from the roses...

Listening to the voices of silence?
of beautiful triangles...

This city of musketeers.
You are always having a bruising...

Right on top, you were inching slowly.
United in hate...

Timeless,
the eyes and fractured wisdom...