discover frozen effigies of foreign gods
in a town without whispers
we'll find a maze
of EXIT signs
get lost
searching
for escape
until the inevitable
heat death of the status quo
we'll waltz
deadlocked,
mercurial eyes
in the glittering sea
of black hole leftovers
the spacious sound,
the silence stretching
.
.
.
you'll drop a bottle
and time will slow
in that moment of collapse
I'll fanatically search
for all the shards,
as they turn red
in my petrified grip
and try to piece together
this unsolvable puzzle
on our cheeks,
the irritating scratch
of a bitter wind