Living in hell?
Love, light and misery.
Fissure through, you!
...Like a Catherine-wheel
What's a boy to do?
The world is an eggshell,
Where you, dream of waking...
Now you’ve fallen, asleep.
Deeper than the death your living...
In tissue, haven't you; tasted blood
The blood of the blue-sky
That falls on you!
The blood of the land...
That n-cumpusess you!
Like a signature dish
Aren’t we all just tossed, into
The frying pan,
Buttered up and battered,
Like fish for loafs
Like well done kippers.
I can see?
The fissure through you...
Look back, am, I, not
A broken mirror of you.
A fissure composed of two...
Two yokes in an eggshell
...living in hell?
