We were walking to God in a spiral curved way,
and, exceeding the light speed,
the grass turned dried up.
It’s a miracle, you are alive as before.
It’s a miracle, darling, that so am I.
When you break all the locks on my ears by phone,
I will jump in the vortex to marry the role
in the house of cat who still catches no mice,
in the house of cat who became their king.
Heaven gives out password to flames in the eyes.
Tender touching gives hope to wingless nude back,
since this city still doesn’t believe in the tears,
since this city forever is drowned in wine.
Yet, the Sun sets in rivers of useless odd talks.
I’ll be glad to be trapped by a shoulder of man.
And I know, you are… nobody’s, as then,
And you know, my darling, that so am I.
November 22, 2013
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