The pain out-thinks every moment,
all over the body...

I am not a paragon.
Everyday I will repeat...

Watching from pin hole
lamps of baked clay...

An empty indulgence,
tortures the deep imagination...

Blindfolded you wanted
to catch the moon...

Bliss of blue
and white, balancing...

Tousling the opulence was
not modesty...

Like today.
I walk myself, in my footprints...

Here again we are standing against
the wall of silence...

O, how it was that
in freezing embrace...

The trust was intact
but you would not carry...

Between the soft glow of
twilight and moon, it was...