Your body in mud pack
in line of fire...

Beyond the gaze there is a time zone
of rumored agitation...

Was that a robot
claiming friendship...

To shut the methane,
you sent...

Deep inside
there was a simian jealousy...

Brown eyes:
little things...

Arithmetic becomes poetry,
when you start counting the stars in Milky Way...

Behind the iron mask, with
unsteady hands, I...

Pain on pain, how to
teach your being, when you curl...

Can you feel pulse
of a moment before it...

The point was, he had swallowed
the pawn...

Unnaming pro-lifers, I
was ready to imitate...