I threw myself in deep slumber
pledging not to play the game...

Dying with minutes
in dark, when the sun...

Arrive with me in untainted
light. Between two threats...

Will not put any claim.
Neonate my poem...

On marbled lids we
stretch our arms to collect...

Water has no feet.
With cupped hands...

The glass eye looks
at moon, caves in moonlight...

My palm,
collects the dark energy...

Poaching on the brooding landscape
you crashed while scaling the flame...

The pixels refuse to leave
the screen. There was a...

Spitting the blood, he said,
every winter for few days...

Violence unalloyed.
I want you to hear...