Breaking from them to
find who I was, seeing there...

Trust in the madness
of which brings all the torments...

Each figure is silence
shrivelled...

Speechless is the word.
Poetry is too loud...

He could never have
the woman he loved because...

That is us hanging
from our shared index limb like...

I am nobody
though in my nobody-ness...

No gender,
no savage man and no shrew...

Two forlorn souls were side by side on mattress,
a mutual gate between them...

Oh I belong to you
Like a prince who lost his kingdom...

How well our feelings,
how well we wish for others...

O God strengthen me
so, I can choose you over...