Do you need a divine witness―
if I abdicate a claim
on you, saluting the dark?

Drawing the ire of a void,
the violence becomes visible―
when earth starts dying.

The completeness― will give
you a rude welcome― after
you were landuishing in wait.

An intern surrogacy―
defies the sexual assault of the
gimmick. Why did not you
swear in the moon?

In jitters. I start―
making circles again― and again.
Will I remember―
who am I?