square water

it.

it

undulates

through vertical

black lines

something.

what?

something watches the lines

something.

what ?

it.

it

listens to

silence convulse

into a metallic conundrum

quickly.  

run off

into the dead of time

something is chewing

on a circle

what?

what’s going on?

conundrums convulse

& crackle

as though fire

dressed in fire

listen.

my body shivers

& cracks

watch out.

at the horizon

flames

form an ocean of white fire

undulating towards you

in slow-motion

feel it.

your face

is sea-surrounded by a

salt-less sea

touch my face

amphibian impossibilities

shiver under my skin

witness.  

my mental decomposition

my body is forged  

from the witch’s guffaw

observe my recreation

there no lines

only circles

**********

a strange thirst

while sleepwalking

last night

i met

a strange thirst

strolling through my dream  

its arid hands

offered me the idea of

of a glass of water

its withered

mouth

spoke  

drink

it said

you must been

thirsty

from the time

before the concept of you

budded in the heads

of your progenitors

this whole morning

i have been drinking & drinking

gulping down the idea

of water

glass after glass

peg after peg

bottle after bottle

never before

have i felt such a longing

& for the first time

in my life

i realized

that

first

there was

this strange thirst

& only

many centuries later

the idea of my throat

dehydrated & parched

ready to guzzle down

whatever comes

my way

was forged

in it