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Between death and
dying, light was racist. The
trauma kills earlier.

My poetry boils. It
was an ecological pain. You don't
want to go step by step.

This is the art of
human fall. The hands won't rise
to seek mercy from the unknown.

Every thing is not true.
Lips moist, you are creating angels.
to stop the birth of exoplanets.

Who maps the protoplast?
And ten feet tall aliens, with long
hands to catch the bald headed eagles.

Wake and drink the
hawthorn. Ultimately it will make you
a king without a kingdom.

You don't play with
my invisible calling. You were
shot at, in the trench, defining pain.

It was ethereal, about
the recession of the quality of man
The highest grief was of the earth.

You know how the
bargaining works. You sell your heart
and purchase the mind to live happily?

Walking on the water
with bigotry in dignity. My consciousness
was clear in feeding the fish.

There are the honey bee
stings. Suddenly you swell up to get
ready to burn the nest with love.

The human species was
mutating like dangerous variant enemies.
What you were searching for, an older god?

Entailing you, a
pain bites a song of suffering,
sleeping on a pyre.

I react to each fall.
The hurts were my biggest mentors
in past, present and coming flight.

Tell me ,how to deceive
yourself, to get peace..Why do you
want to live amidst the hyenas?

Suddenly my dreams
broke like white magnifolia flowers
and you sang the red in morning.

One day I will disappear
like a stag beetle in fog to find
humanism in violent animals.

Would you ever know
my hard life, when I was collecting
the pebbles to count the days I bled?

Cognitive. I am breaking
water. The sixth sense morphs into a
god. You know it is going to happen.

You walk in aphasia.
Moon wants to talk to you. About the
fate of earth in darkness. It was not politics.,

Let me unleash, unseen,
and unheard, the strength of rejection,
which will open the axioms of defeat.

Do you find racism
in animals? It departs from skin law.
The conscience pricks unsaid.

A travesty of the moon-
naked. You don't remember any flesh.
The sleep gropes for the light

Who will read the last
command of the brightest star? For a
new image you have to sever your head.

You come like a solar
storm. Two dark eyes would hit you to
stop. Was it the ingenuity before twilight?

Cult-not religion was
my loss. I will divest all my gains.
Incarceration will speak now.

A banquet is ready
to eat the glints. Come to fire and
drink the sweet hemlock.