Limbo

And at the moment

my pen

gives
up your name

You are
relinquished.

Heart ink flows
blue.

The hand unseizes

sweet
disease.

Where will I go ?

A
flame in the fire.

What is my
quest?

Where my desire?

Not
around the little pyres,

made of limbs and looks and
sins,

burning biley
promises,

turning green in
mid-air;

spitting
wings.


I can see
that

you are omitting

most of
what

could be so relevant.

I can
see that

I'm transmitting

singed
refexes,

rigid recounts

like hey
you know what?

I fell down on the street
today.

Caught both my feet

in a
circle of binding-

for newspapers, magazines, legs
of lamb.

I was up and then
down,

It's as simple as that.

I
looked around sadly

and
suddenly,

feeling the pain

of the
world ignoring itself

I was
alone.

I got back up.

I have an
inconvenient bruise.

Is anyone trying to tell me
anything?

I have lost all I'm willing to
lose.

I can't
explain

It

would make me more
confused.

I can't stop
forever.

All is fused.