What if we won’t wake
for we are fugitives of...
To camouflage their
smeared hands they deliquesce in...
some days is as if
i were an airplane being piloted by God knows what...
To love you—is to resign to a fate of...
you macerate all things in life to the point of it...
Wheel marks
on the mirage...
In any second our wings portion death and life.
We are equals as we are together...
One and two are another paradox,
two absolutely diverse opposites...
graffitied clouds
whither from a night sky...
Luminous creatures
hold your posture...
The hyenas' heinous hunts of fawns,
the gory glory sacrifice of lambs...
When the crucifiers
crusade...
SCENE ONE:
You swear that the bus you’re on is swallowed by...