halfway home and a traffic halt-
sun slants through, my whole life grew
in shades and caricatures, in mystic revelations
in beats, in waves.
What’s hungry is buzzing and crackling amongst mindbeans,
torrential dreampours of doom!
can’t hold fast for long,
it will throw you to the wolves.
(et pour toi, et pour moi,
le ciel dans la chambre,
c’est pres de moi.)
lessening the grip on truths and certainties,
we chalk our dreams, chain fast our memories,
and fear will teach you something (and fear will teach you shit).
don’t stay in one place
too long.
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