Fun is a fantasy
Life is a pull of gravity
Shards of glass
Inhale their
Habitual fallacies
We reflect and defend
Against our hunger
Houses arouse us
Hundreds of flowers
Surround us
On the canals we rise
Through crowded streets
Of abandoned lions
Constantly confused
By their own
Intrusive mustaches
We return to our tablets
And let the tables turn
Without our assistance
One more mountain crumbles
As the ocean begins to rise
I defy licenses
My only victory
Will be discovering
Your body again
Some day