It was just my time.
To become responsible for...

The desire,
rises like a spire...

You tie a
sacred thread to...

A textual study
of pain and bliss...

When I was arranging daffodils
you send in tanks...

Afraid of each other
we are hiding from farewell...

It did not stay in bed for long
the ultimate...

There was no end
to looking inside...

Unhinged
in final descent...

Death would not stop
coming on the dirt road...

In transit of soul,
when you were under siege...

In the stand-off
between stolen history...