Think of this:

(burst flowers in my mouth,
The tears, the trembling lips) …

paper cuts. so life! But it made me love this

Impressionistic skin

that
(im)pressed and presses
upon my eyes as
daylight does.
Save me! exploding doves
Are bursting from -
they make  
me
(speak of love)

And closer
Still (stay) the crash and din
of waterfalls;
my tiny pores;
pouring in. that all…

entirely evaporates, as forced and tumultuous
As laughter

in the theatre hall .
The Actor, “he (re)signs alone.” (dead

sound…

endless decent, fall forever,

hurtmehitme

Slipping. hit the




                    gravel.)



So.
Beneath his feet is a pool.
It is mucus he must swallow in order to puke another line.
And - why did he do it? - he scoops it up  (to save his skin)

while silence pervades.
I suppose that makes me-