Delicate was the position Of which between a prick and a poll, It was for the people to call And […]


Delicate was the position Of which between a prick and a poll, It was for the people to call And […]

Induced but also Reduced by neon windows, The faces were groveling In competition With a distracting moment, Of out of […]

At the center of inside, Was a warping darkness Winking at the proposal Of a Resolution, That time had given […]

Dedicate An unsure path, To the cage That writes Another’s map.

Though we want it gone Glass is blade that shattered By the faith of innocence At hour’s dawn.

Performance was as screen, A purposed lie Projecting honestly that truth, Could not return In turn Without exiting Denied.

That I was irrelevant, To me and that is All I could breathe Or see. And then a rain, A […]

Present in that mixing matter, Buried among the everywhere And multiplying, Is you But you are nowhere To me too.

I was an angry ghost Because they killed me Before I was dead.

As still divided At the roots, That one is To be centered, And the other Dealt with boots.