Sometime I want
to say to myself, why don't...

The dawn, arrives.
Like fawn, under window...

He had only one vision now,
as he chained himself not to be set free...

No time was left
to call you to bring in...

Body was culture
at blue heights. Frozen...

It was the interplay
between shadow and moon...

Why did I go
for you at the end of road...

A lake walk,
in the forest of limbs...

We are going back.
Let it be...

Read me a poem.
The lightening has touched again...

Drunk at
midnight, playing with...

Sudden onset of an insertion
going for a kill in bluish green valley...