Make me wild?
weirdly ethereal. An abstract...

Come and meet me in chamber of death
where the tempest comes every night...

The displaced years
cling...

The seizure,
volatile it was...

Your trajectory was
rising. People rode the stars...

Was trying to?
make eye contact with...

You did not tell me?
what did you want...

In your limpid eyes
a pacifism slumps...

Could not hold it, put it down.
TIME...

The tremors. One day
I would know. The trees are walking...

Like I want to erase the fear
before I light a remote fire...

Becoming unsteady
at points of darkness...