A cell with a spyglass searching for its blood.
And a tiny cell becomes glass to others. That's king.
It is Him when convenient. Despite what is said.
The glass is never Him. Only for convenience.
Not blood but eosin. Not a noise but You. Not You, never.
Brightly for convenience. Darkly would be contradiction.
Not blood but something you made. This is eosin.
Serves dream and frame and shelf and eosin never Him.
For we rarely ever speak.

You can keep the *****
I'm already gone
On my riddles and tricks
And promises I wish I'd keep
My tall tales that even I believe

Un făt-frumos luat pe arătură
Cel mai mic multiplu comun, pedestru
O ploaie în care trupuri se pierd
Începând ceva de neînchipuit
Basme și minciuni ce le iubesc
O, declin, închinare, o nouă înclinare
Un peisaj deja târziu, în plasturi

I'm not broken
It's just the room we're in
Coated with birdlime
The game gets you waiting
Time and time again-

Pigeonholed people
Dividing all intent
Your eyes homing in
Down the beam of light
Time and time again-

In cascade,
kinda nervous, kinda not
That's your anchor
To the neck
And it's on purpose.

I won't come unglued
But oh, I would.
For now
That's a spark worth inspecting.