After the moon
it was an unkempt night.

I wanted to kill the narrative
and recast the frozen history.

A dirt road leads to a new trajectory now,
splattered with blood.

A double tongued thought brings
the ire of screaming horror.

Strapped for knowledge, he believed
in resurrection of a black hole.

The pain, it hurts terrible.
Emblematic was the bending of candles.