There´s no room around the only streetlight
The spit of foulmouths. Streets are soaked with rain.
Sharing their sleeping pills. Intruders? Strangers?
No knocking at the door. Xenophobia?

Today you ask me questions of yesterday. Blind amputee you are.
Flickering lightbeams from the roofholes of your hide
reveal shimmering butterflies with magic pollen dripping out of wings.
Paralyzed by the hypnotizing sight.

Reality is a cartoon frame. Animations in a limelight
Gasoline powered. Holy birds. The cast of hell. Disfigured.
Insect souls. Plague-brown. Beak-faced. Black-winged

Oh please do crawl here, to kiss me.
I promise I won´t make a "safety sign".

Light forms a spiral going down to a drain
Journey through the endless ??? in to the --- inner void

We rain down the sky like stars
In filth we walk
Between dust streets we make air hard to breathe
Our spines are sore from forever growing
Burden.

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