Little sharp things

Permit a slice to fall between your teeth

See how big you have suddenly become

The beings unbutton their faces

Amber mountains look sombrely through the window


“I like it, this free association” the speech marks suddenly interrupted, a rude punctuation into a the space as out of order as a full stop.


A hand presses inside and invents things to twist

Multiple-headed-crystal-people muttering, chanting

Pushing back into an electric static green


Tomb-like-tactic they seem to say but without any definition

Lips move again as if saying o w l


Is this erotic or merely abuse?


As if the question mark is picked up by the swirling chandalier crowd you are brutally flung backwards

How impossible it is to die when life loses its limits


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