After the organic death
of soaked breast...

For human face of death
umbilical cord need not...

It was not enough.
Your charity to feed raptors...

A butterfly
in a bell jar...

Holding the ladder
I was hungry...

Liquefied version of pain has started working.
human material constructs...

It erupts and then sublimates
in thirst of response...

I walk for a short while-
talking with the moon and...

Outside me was a howling light
tracing a path...

It was a severed finger
in an envelope...

The big toe
like some ego, breaks the syntax...

Self-immolation
near a waterfall...