A hand wipes away the dried tears,
chemistry working...

In moments of hubris,
of artificial hip...

Birth of dark secrets
would extend in black light...

I am writing off all the symbols,
will not wait for the judgement...

A frame
lifts the skirt of a portrait...

Non-thinking was a tremendous effort,
I scratched the years one by one...

Why did not you
cross the black river...

Carrying my words in a small jewel box
I was listening to silence...

If there was nothing
to chance at, we will not quit...

Someday I will
ask questions standing...

Hacked to death.
All I scribbled on...

Leave something for me to imagine.
A skeleton in a pond...