German voices ricochet inside the seaside tunnel
the dream is ending, it’s just beginning
feathered children bathed in
the blood of stingrays
eternity’s strut in a mirror’s horn
hacking into a ballet of shadows
hovering with clouded whispers
the secret eye of my sex
cradled in Lapis lazuli
I become as empty as a roof of cars
dreaming of flooded pawnshops
and seas of decapitation
gone are Those, riddled and summoned between lives and days
only the passage of the orgy moon
raising the sleeping lizard’s brow
in the air we chisel calm symbols
to turn for all time
bulging in The Wind