Down the corridor, comes a scream Was it physical pain or the horror of finally learning the way this game is turning
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Sometimes Life Intrudes
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Deadzone.
in the white blossoms,
fresh snow falls
the night paradise
lost into the womb
mauvaises terres.
We drink red tea in the winter and summer
by the pale, ocean shore with rain
feeding on the sunlight with coffee beans,
and spoke in broken languages to each other
originating from your father in different countries of Europe,
he speaks almost a dozen languages.
The tree of apricot.
the waves in the dying of the dark
by frozen, alluring dreams when you’ve never dreamt
unsheathed upon each layer of rock that bleeds out by daylight
where we see the blood drift, sliced in a sleepwalking geyser
the dispensation of mid-summer
Ghost street.
A leaf falls Into the monsoon shadows. I turn by the grazed branches Trembling by the dark windows Into the blustering Of frost and the muzzled crystals that lay Into the black linen on the ground.
End of the world.
“It is the end of the world," someone chokes; there is a lull.
Stockpiling food for twenty years and toilet paper rolls
Pseudopsychosis. 