Poetry

Your theme will
not endure the momentous
push. Stars are falling
one by one.

In row of skulls
time stands still, to revise
the angle of moon. Now
the words haunt. We are
in peace.

Will you embrace
the religion of trespassing
against rituals? You were
the creator, you were the destroyer.
Venus sleeps naked.

Talking of self, we
forget the nature of
vicious vipers. Can you play
with the flames of past?
Which of the god was not
a love child?