I will find another

indigo in you, when you

were linked to exercising talons.

Stealing my moons,

for a rapturous choke,

I was being observed.

A face off begins

on the stage of life, between

wrecked ego and collective guilt.

Thumbs severed off. Ghosts

of war are mushrooming.

A winter crop was becoming rich.

Only god knows, why

singingbirds were silent.

October was not very cool, and

big tears were not flowing.

The unparalleled blood

was becoming thinner.