Again I have come back
in the crowd of fakes...

The cannibalism was back.
You were eating yourself...

Unresponsive, an
alien ego: I was moving...

There were involuntary
pauses...

Like inky jet,
ejected on white paper...

A manic moon
in ethereal night...

Genderless,
instrusive, was the withering effect...

After a little wee,
I will put the record straight...

The cuckoo gives
a final call...

The vagility
was close to disaster...

You had tasted the
salt of a viviparous...

Courting the dark words
picking up from beautiful life...