A misbelief
breaks into rags...

I cannot pretend
you are far away like stars...

I will pick up the dust in
a swift scoop-from where...

Let it be as such,
my long cut tear...

It sets me off
when you bring up...

The first stitch
of the poem. Painless words...

It was your weapon.
Nobody else would have given in...

For a messenger of lies
I lay down the script...

Unfazed you stand in-
a drizzle, to locate the...

The wayfarer, searching
for the leaf-pains...

How do I find out
in dreams, when you hide...

The beauty of being
nothing, like the nystagmus...