I do look forward to meet those
who have instilled insensibilities into
restlessness of mine,
restlessness as infecund as I am.
A scene occurs.
Men and their frozen lips give me
their fleeting glimpse.
Their fury is as cold as a century old
corpse in search of his lost soul.
My memories grow violent and
I go berserk.
I seek refuse in the subterranean edges
and am greeted by the same men and the
same frozen lips,
more agile than ever.