Like a lifeless child,
clasped around the breast,
moon was coming up
in the sky with fastened cloud.

A frozen embryo-
has become a supernova.
The democracy makes
everybody poor.

Slithering, your face
becomes a mask, to hide
the bruises of
mangled truths.

The vision takes a
new turn to liberate the
psyche from the trap
between our eyes, where
the sun sets.