Poetry

A fuzzy fear descends. 
You become ensconced― 
in the smell of a 
paranoia. 
 
The saltcutter will forego 
the idiosyncrasy 
and start collecting the oil 
from the dome. 
 
A stain on the shirt 
spreads, covers 
the heart in distress. 
Codas were waiting. 
 
Do not burn the book. 
Go in a lily pond for a ― 
script. The different shades 
of flesh will be revealed. 
 
The divine sin will ask 
for a retribution for ― 
the withdrawl syndrome.