Knowing too much
was sin. I will shut
all the windows, one by one.

Trapped in his hymns
the man made god-
trembles.

In virtual collusion
between real and fake, you
will ask- what was true,
what was not.

Something was left
always, unsaid. You were becoming
afraid of yourself.

Incorrigible,
the fire- loves the body
to write a mantra of oblivion,
burned to ashes
in bed.

Someone lives in your eyes unseen.