I cannot understand you.

You walk straight

into enemy's den.

The skin peels off. A naked

boom. Silver domes

turn black. Ethanol drips

from eyes.

Praise the God. Tears

become poetry. Moon dances.

No door opens in bleeding night.

I ask for the lips. It

is for death of the priest,

who would not accept the streak of sin.

Until you become hot.

Flashes of fireflies have

become longer. Tail to

tail the message will betray the address.

Buddha takes his own time. There was

no light between the dark hills.