Make me wild―

weirdly ethereal. An abstract

pain will unite us―

after the scarring.

It was difficult the body

count, lamenting

for the limbless faith. What

would you do with the

tinned sardines now?

The wasting must stop.

We are not able to catch the―

spring. Cold war was settling

in space. Where were new worlds beyond the stars?

I am still trying to―

write only three words verse.

Man was shrinking

and so was tall god. The

mooned eyes were closing.