i wonder
what we would do without eternity,
and flight
on a red brick road
we walk hand in hand, - warm bones,
skin as soft as marrow,
two lions chasing the same prey, we sweat,
wrought iron in quarantine, -
it takes me with cholera symptoms: global fever, eyes pushed  in the back of my head,
extreme thirst, dry mouth, wrinkled skin (pinching, not  responding)
heart
an electric hammer, - do not dare to come,
do not dare to come, sit on your half of the globe, with the clear sky,
here, the days take care of themselves,
they get where they want to get, - like lost doves among tourists feet
i'm following the crumbs,
owls know the hours well, the seconds,
they are also where they need to be,
i don't know what brought you to me,
i don't know what got me to you,
many are coming to ask,
they also want a birthmark from an old tattoo
coffee with milk on your shoulder (mine,
being hidden far away  from the eyes of the world)
we are lottery *****  mixed in all possible ways, and impossible
words, thoughts, lips,  at a conference
we sneeze from thought to thought, - i bow to the audience,
i take the handkerchief out of my pocket, and
whisper  in a low voice: "this is how my man finds me”
i continue to present the lesson on "how to survive in eternity"
i send some dreams through icao isa atmospheric model,  - we dream,
we are on a ship, we go out to sea
a bunch of kids are waiting for us at home to come with food,
(honestly, i hoped for a dramatic ending, i just didn't get it,
for the moment i leave it as it is,
today is today
72-21-2202)