Crispily white when
they dance inside icy airs...

Never growing and dies, so walk away from her!
wolves kill us dancing...

We of them in scar firesfuneral
stolen /from wishholes...

She when in starshine gleam
grazed on his heart /:pulled...

And there, to pray for it lost
-in all short shattered twilights touch...

Drips covering
lips, red dark...

Hands and mind
on...

Flat foot/ and sinking
on ground...

It appears from attached thought, that every path...
You listen to my dream, although you're down...

And noise is pushing
its way to grind...

A perfect rage is torn and open.
Gaping with howl of a waking wind...

A blue in storm from eye-light torn;
your night is rain-soaked...