I was not capable of
contradicting the quietness.
A silent emotion was insulting me.
Forgetting the self-denial
...
Is it not queer
repudating to invade the riveting
image of whirlpool of spilled milk?
...
My nativity at peril
I wanted to stay away from myself
seeking anonymity in inwardness
...
It was chillingly true.
You walked out─
of the soot, without
leaving any footprints.
...
When you release the
words, your curled fingers
burst into flame.
...
After the moon
it was an unkempt night.
I wanted to kill the narrative
...
The black holes ringed
the galaxy. Tainted
moon, was in tow.
...
Sailing,
triangulating the body.
I will not come for the false blues.
...
Calling back, the snatcher.
After the outrage,
Eros was on run.
...
In deafening silence
I was hearing you,
trying to taste and smell
the traces left by you.
...