All this revolution mess, then, well
cheering, not focused, even ludicrous, here
everything a fragment, what is left
the language empty: eat, drink, then
doss and consume the loneliest dust
sometimes our cries are imperceptible, nowhere sd
I can only say it is not ever working
we’re into this harsh space of transient dimensions
illuminated drops and gross flesh to transform
almost believable
just language
mirror needs
some story’s
everything frequent
translucent utterance
we’ll what
inside is
this translated