As I open, a shutter close Maw search for the lost words As out come meaningless clause Punctuation’s and senseless pause A smile I stretch, forms a sneer Chunks of food there held by the cusp Along with the whiff of the last sup Rode snarled in wind-mare’s husk Eyes held, a stare stormed Veins of desire in web ensnared Pupil in eternal dilute stare Peeked the lines of oceans tear My hands waved, to paint the air But to it I flourished much confuse stock As in its dear flight came a stroke To cheek that broke into break a revoke Needless to speak, gainless to be told That a monster of her I hath mold The Angel bound in vicious hulk hold That spared my neck but staved my adore