The waters were quenching me, laughing at me in hysterical bouts,
this is the interglacial smug that my mind bestows upon me ....
I think it's amazing that my fears all stem from the Yellowstone geysers
all that fury bursting into the shape of a prehistoric mouth, both hungry, both sweet,
but damned to the silence of a convalescent crater ...
I crave for the flesh of the present,
my stomach aches;
my expanding feet are cold, covering the shadows of the earth
hiding shrewdly inside their owner in the dark.
my feet are still in their form,
they are still and they don't look back,
let us give them roads, eternal roads to wander...
my nose is suffocating,
all the pain of the dusty universe,
let us sweep the floors of the hollow stars
and plant waterfalls and orchards;
my hands are blunt,
sweet, sparkling knives of solitude,
let us give them a new polish within helping hands,
nurturing, warm embraces in the galactic worm holes.
My body is contorsioning with feverish desire,
smelling his skin's breath , such an eatable Neanderthalian
... but, quickly,
i embrace him in the most beautiful unworthy embraces of the animal,
almost in a syncope,
giving him my last and most powerful howl
while he's giving me back
my embrace ...
more stronger,
feeling the world falling deeper
in the ice age of the mind.
