After shaking
off the fault
the golden thigh ruptured
...
Between the tremors
falls the face
in a glass of water.
Sometimes false teeth reverberate
...
Step aside.
The white flowing mane
was going to become the adrenaline.
Fear of silence was turning into a green wound.
...
Ceramic memories
and terracotta pain;
the injured crypt ultimately got opened.
At urn burial, the name was absent. A pristine
...
When the debate between
temple versus state was heating up,
death was passing through a green field.
...
After bending the oracle, there was
participation in voice of grievers.
The child of sun was dead
in arms of nature.
...
It was a beautiful day
after the storm.
Fever was rising in branches.
Severed moons on road
...
Like a stingray it stung me tonight
the new moon.
A live flame lobbing the sparks.
...
The name calls the name
spraying the moon with red colour.
It touches a nerve, when there is
standoff on the lake.
...