Power Lines

The numbers were going up
and hallowed men were no?
more saints.

You find that your shirt
was stained. Now
you talk
to strangers. fear creeps?
under the skin.

You come near each other in?
dark. Reverting yourself

Against the wall of water as
high as your ego. Epidural abscess?
a silence of unknown.

Now, every hour you die. Light
abducts the dreams. Nothing to-
talk about the blitzkrieg.