ا
Little, slight, bolt: this breath as vial tombing towards red the strut of dare & the polite underpinnings of flame
ب
This deathliness, this straw that gums your mask shame banked horror midstream this broad, this upworld and drown Will wilt? sawed through the myriads a mild clasp of blue suffices and browned it marks the shrewd path to denial
پ
I tempered hook, the gait of
sallow noon
I mixed each nut of how and
vetted moon
I crucified the box and hum of
then & soon
I broke chalice, mirror, tune