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A disaster starts a
dialogue. There was no grace in
strangling the stars. You arrest the sky.

The spring wants peace
in the wars of strange flowers. The
scented gesture brings a contested love.

My observation was rich
in articulating the shadows of the moon
in water of different colors.

Inevitable was he born
mental. There was spiritual fever.
You want to sit on the rock forever.

The hawk was eager
to find the truth, sharpening his talons.
Don't bury the books in mud.

Where is the guiding
star? What was your inner voice doing?
Do you find another barn birth?

It will nix. End
never ends. Do not do wrong.
Dying demons will come back again.

The guest will not come
one day to douse the fire of your heart.
No difference between dream and reality..

Follow yourself. Remain
brown. For swans catch the fish
Pilgrims will start coming.

Lift my moon and
erase the blot. Time has come.
Are we ready for extinction?

Honey lips move in
raining bombs. The stone faces
will not survive with mankind.

You are going to live
or not going to live. How can you
dispose of the corpses after the carnage?

Why your lips
quiver, kissing a rose
before sunrise.

A serious question
seeks a simple answer.
Why did you live
inside me?

I don't believe in
myself. I will go
with the moon.

Just wanted to
know, how do we
die in sleep, when
body curls like a snake
to shed the skin.

I look at the world
pass by. None was
my grain.

Today my dancer fish
died. How did she know, the death
was nearby. She went to a nook to lie down.

Again my old pain comes
back. A parrot was imitating a tall
man. All the parrots were burnt alive.

Remaining poor I made
you a rich and immortal O god, to stay
in the sanctum sanctorum walls of gold.

Why did you ignite
your hidden love? The swallow
always surrenders to the snake.

When a lie ruptures,
the flagellation begins. You will
nosedive to catch a fish in water

Can we make a hybrid
between god and a man? Who
blows the trumpet in the dark?

A great hurt bleeds
Love was trampled under rose petals.
The right to kill will continue.

How a poem heals
the sorrow of a genocide. I will
not allow the world to end.

To join mushrooms
coming out like a fairy ring to cool
the fires in the eyes of the moon.

Rip open your chest.
I will enter in you to meet the
god. I owe much to my suffering.

A rose finch drinks the blood
of a sea bird while singing. My
lonesome poetry bleeds.

I search appropriately
for neomodern words. I want
to love my primeval heritage.