The Fugitive

Bending the gravity 
you start falling upward. 
There was― 
no distinction between earth and sky. 

Unsaid thoughts without words 
blend. A sign language conveying 
the ageless twinge 
of a faceless spirit. 

Against the outrage of morals, 
flatness becomes deep. The 
quality suffers. Inception 
invites the crime. 

Strange things happen. Man 
becomes a fireball, torching 
the domes, shrines and littering 
the streets with newborns.