Gone are the former lovers
Who held you against your will
Sediments can **** you too
We are all aware of that
As ancestors fill you in
On their escapades
Beyond the veil
We hail taxis
And light candles
Wear our sandals
In the winter
Do you dare
Approve of my uselessness
And my foolish endeavors
We are slow as snails
Gone to gather rainwater
We are healthy failures
Financially ruined
At upscale funerals
We demand the water bearers
Be heard
Firm against the herd
Birds throw stones
In our gardens  
To find their own way home
Close the televisions
You are yearning
For individuation
Satisfy my occupation
With strategic capacities
I speak my own language
My own code unfolding
From the depths
Of the subconscious
I speak in categories
And hear myself
Interpreting the Silence