Will I know you―
by unknowing myself in bleak―
moments of giving
wings to you?
...
Was it a lunar effect,
I ask the fading light?
And my future invaded the magenta moon.
...
You were still thinking.
Thinking beyond thoughts―
the void, the space, the time.
...
Truth was me
when serotonin appeared
for a golden deal.
...
Unmoored in twilight, my most visible
hands were ready to slam on the moon
of stains to bring out the water of life.
A secondhand night was waiting for
...
Surge in hidden chastity
enters the torch but the enemy
was within.
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Something was not polite in signs.
The smell of incarcerated bed of gods
was floating down.
...
Just unbound, the death rate.
Red roses had no qualms. Numbers,
unapologetic, they die or commit suicide.
Death had no tombs. One by one they
...
a moonache levitates
on blue lake
you shot me at close range
...
From the ramparts of a castle
a wallflower jumps.
A lynch mob discovers a prehistoric sex.
Silent roots crossing the deniability
...