Why do I always remember the time
of departure...

I dream to you.
You were moving like a space...

A name without
a face. I am an ancestor...

Like a lingering doubt,
the moon stood on the maple tree...

It in now dark.
Talking of exposed genitalia...

Autumn was round
the corner. I was preparing...

It was time to
modify the heritage...

After race arousal
there was animal descent...

The nihil extract seeps into,
hungry roots of thoughts...

It was a marathon race of
timeline. The days are bound and shot...

Authentically
open your palm for me to...

Will you walk with me
on the banks of a silent and invisible river...