Privy to my crypt
O paragon...

First encounter was skimpy
unleashing a terror...

The identity moves ahead
of the shadow of truth...

Lashed together
for a better tomorrow...

Unbecoming, you watch
the sunset...

Moon was not faraway.
It rejected the evidence against the rhyme...

The thirst will know,
the river was there...

For a good road map you need
whistling words and biting...

I intuited.
Something had crept into...

No more partisanship
with hatchet...

The secular love:
you are contaminated...

In a frame of a?
window, I watch...