| Enfeebled swarms of the blind man | |
| Desolate is the horizon | |
| The antidote has been poured in glasses | |
| The coma for the hexaeon | |
| Generations falter | |
| Lurid eyes beyond their backs | |
| As snake come slithering | |
| To smother their necks | |
| A work in slumberland | |
| Visions immortalized | |
| Through vigilance | |
| Dreaming of hexaeon |