Blew out the candlelight
Brought the night to my house
I invited it inside
Let it conquer my mirror
Read my books and laughed
In a locked room I kept my child
Took it out to be shot in daylight
It h
Center my powers to release
All the days gone wrong
Rip them out from my memory
Like pictures from a book
I picked flowers between the rails
Didn't hear the train coming
Before it was one yard away
In a different place
In another room
The moment is near
The night is generous
Confident whispers, no words
Warm hands speak
The wall knows its paintings
As it knows mine
No artificial beauty
But a
Across the lines
On the cities careless lips
It is my time
To sense the times
Drink classroom milk
Smell the spirit of shopping streets
Live sixth day paradise
Visit my disguise
Stripped
Unreal
A
One thousand ploughs my heart
Grind on my spine
Fields of flowers sun embraced
Broken by the driven mass
Smiling faces, laughing child
No suffering from your infection
Fir eyour arms from point blank
[dedicated to abhinanda]
A winteryear, five years before the future
Just after the end of history
There's a headless vulcano
Couloring the sidewalk
Its smile is cut off
The sewer drinks its altarwine
