Sons precarious
fragile buds
virgins are scattered on the ground with my and me. The city became
forests, to treason.
There is only time for a given micro-explosions of joy
contact.
The kingdom of the West has fragmented lines
blew radially destinations. There
denied the supreme law of being together
single body.
The law of mine was codified:
for us no right to the community and only we can love
distance
forced to mutate into groundwater.
Telegraphy short, fast, choices,
dense as in a time of war.
We are the children of the precarious rubble of a
God every day that that the law
In a language different.
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