you appear so fragile:
i don't know whether
to want you,
or discard you,
touch you:
or foget to have missed
me **** you...
your language
is a laguid tease...
i macbeth, i macbeth...
i leave the i am,
open to satiate
your scoop
for an, opening
of the wound...
i am bemused by
having to deal with you
as a curiosity,
that i...
sometimes forget
to chase my own shadow...
you: forever in third
person...
are:
a person not worth
an enigmas' worth
to replace the person
being towed...
and i know what appears
fragile...
the most... insect-like
apparent...
a dog-barking-familiar...
fake...
i know what shuffles
in shatter
and the scooping fake...
a mind...
like any other...
a hybrid of the wind
like a tow of the sly
of the southern scythe
made: lumber...
tow: and the fallen
tree, tow...
silence...
echo...
winter breed:
a lost... scuttle...
macbeth o macbeth!
i beseech you, macbeth!
to have to heave
one
heart, but be given
another....
and all that constitutes
the deaths of
the enshrined
parody
of the basics of
the lived society...
ich bin spiegel:
ich bin schrein -
ich bin mutter-witwe:
ich bin:
die zuletzt:
ende...
kommen entweder sie
zeit,
ür
platz....
ür:
gott ist alle
gott iß güt!
i don't want to speak
the language
i was either born with,
or the language
i acquired...
but i also don't want
to speak the language
that's desired...
ar wir bestimmt...
sprechen klein so?
am i always to
halve what is,
and what isn't so?
scot: hi' h'oon!
hoom!
sober...
and soak:
and north baron
of: 'oon!
'arangue?!
'a!
swoon a'r'ah shoon!
hoo!
e'yeer!