I look for every face known and all I've never met

are feet on this and that pavement, this and that street

I might as well ask one or two in case I've forgotten

they will turn to me stumped, mumble and step away

being feet as they are

each case is broken, each case is mine and foreign

they are laid out on tables around me and they talk

I understand nothing

they've seen brighter colors more than once

before this monochromatic prism of meat and bones

I would look over the distant chime

something warm would ooze from my ears

there would be one time for first if you lived through arrays

and as many times as you can stuff in your share if you afforded the hope

if I double the years, the clouds will be the same

closer to nothing

then I'll understand.

'You should've died when you were young'

diluted as that happiness may have been

it left and finished among the dilation and the dilatation

'You should've died when you were young'

clean, pure with every hand out in the air

every one of the nine, fourteen, seven

now oh now the gleam in everyone's eye

reflects the natural light of the sun like all jaundice birds

fly and crawl upon the city you miss

now oh now the gleam in everyone's eye

is under the aborted perspective of creation

every step and every little death were challenged

'You should've died when you were young'

the papers have yet to follow the color of the skin

and the sclerae and the inner of the lips

'You should've died when you were young'

now oh now the gleam in everyone's eye

will keep you until you rot alive

The stricken atmosphere in the central south provinces

suspicious smells between the trees and all-naturals

could be about the decaying birds on the ground since

every root feeds on death and nothingness, then trees

grow

in a drained dry bathtub with the clothes on all night

the tiles around are blank, between them a nation of nausee

a man without a proper face waits for them but they never

what is more, that bathroom had no windows nor tiles

and pale hands live off the points sourcing from his veins

loitering spirits in each glass that's how summers pass that's how summers pass

never sleep, never wake

Split sound doubled instrument.

Home with two feet lacking heads.

The clothes are tainted.

Dirt, dirt, dirt

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