The green hills are drinking br the clouds, br keep pouring out br the scented breath. br br In capsuled hour the wind was its own rival. br A slant on confessional suicide: br the charm obliterates the solitude. br br A gray shower of thoughts outside the window, br I forget, I remember in coyness br my sparks are humming. br br The plundered land br by advancing columns of hunger br tosses around the dead lips of tropical br hues. br br The fear demands learning, br finding the uninvited death br in the manipulated existence.