I have agreed to cede
an unwritten moon...

It is me, inside & outside,
movement of sensuous self...

Sometime, somewhere I will break
into many moons...

This was profanity.
A dead club moss resurrects...

I will find another
indigo in you, when you...

In the service of flesh
new vision was perfecting a cult...

This was an interesting dialogue
going on...

The night shift starts.
A moonbeam comes and lies...

Wanted to pay
debts of gratitude...

One by one kites were alighting on the roof top.
Door were banging and a smell was rising...

Learning the art
of dying, cheating the ghosts...

I am giving you up
for a delusion...