...

fall
fall
breathe,
stop.
deny the existence of agony,
or rather purposefully ignore it.

do not transcend, your glimmering
ivy-covered existence.
sleep.
in a
world barred between urban stars.

scream,
scream.
allow the tips of the universe to
extend beyond the myth of static symbols.

return to the room where men ride bicycles
cyclically
picking flowers for food under the afternoon
starlight.

the ostrich tells you to shut your eyes
...