We’ve been devoured
therefor we are devouring machines...

All the fire in the world
is nothing...

Like waves
that retreat and climb...

Each bow of silver bough
pulling to the water...

I watched how my faith faded right in front of me.
So, I turned loquacious...

I am still stamped in the moment
before you vanished...

The gloom benights
and the twilight alights...

They sing of thee
they worship thee on their knees...

They all wait like vultures:
When the injured bird would fall...

Out of this world
you are...

Each feeling
is a fibre of universe...

Thirsting for poetical moments I stretched...
but I found nothing...