I intuited.
Something had crept into
my room in dark,
and slept on my bed
...
Belly crawl after a dance.
Carnivores were ready
to jump on flesh.
...
Blurring of words
takes place. Lead the light, O Sun;
non-path travelers are playing
an exotic game
...
The occult was scrounging
in stringent way
to resurrect the past.
...
A whisperer with its begging bowl
wants a moon in alms.
A candle burns in panic.
...
Coming near the incarnation of an
unknown, sunflower seeds were cracking.
Trickling down the cleavage of a tormentor
...
In slap at your icarian path
the call was not taken
from inside me.
...
It laps up the solitude.
A flame hits the stonewall
of silence.
...
You wanted to understand
the tenor of wet, heavy lids ―
that had emigrated from
deep oceanic eyes.
...