Pushed aside and
sequestered, like a...

A poem writes my name.
I am trembling...

How to begin
the journey of truth...

He turns, forgets the hollyhocks
tries to become human...

In twilight of pain
I blink for a dot...

Dark matters are floating
like bowls made of leaves...

It was past endurance.
Flattened rage went into shaking palsy...

Pain unites the victims.
Discreetly, afterword, was the same...

Releasing the pain.
Your eyes laugh...

When the time faults, it
becomes metaphysical for me...

Anointment of any prefix was hurting
I started shedding the names...

Being me
like a butterfly I cannot...