This scrap of dirt
this portion of earth...

I have seen THE horror
of where the truth...

About an hour passed
in the arms of silence...

In this glass menagerie
woeful and laughing veils...

I thought life would end
in the carve of this lust...

These clock's hands
like the uneven oars of...

Did the wound exist
as an appetency...

Time is links
woven together loop by loop...

He serenades still
there under the window of...

The blackamoor Jazzes,
hellfire tangoes with my soul...

I awaited whole year
between gloom and light...

The knight
armoured all in white...