The Ballad Of Indecision

" The claustrophobic germination
   a heartless toying into toy-strings
  Benevolent, altruistic, words of fictionalism 

  Reality spares no passion in the kissing one

   Armory and ardency are joined crescents
   Locked into prolific indundating diaries

   codes of forgotten attributes, listened more
   The hierachy of the body maintains the prejudice...

    Why am I in the super-deluge of abstraction?

    One releases an indefinite infinty of sobs of piracies

    In the aftermath moon is ending, sun  is stationary

   All in the moon-grove and solar world is eclipsed..."