there
lives a padlock an unveiling key
to
study movement those piano tortures
or
die loving but lost while anger is
kleptomania.
I paint quietness roaming
those
failures put to life or put to curse.
such
public depletion while drained or
exhausted,
so drowsy making an axiom-
heart.
I was listless or self-deceived at
one
tender mural: those prudent lenses
such
shocked proclamations if but to
drill
its author: those million souls those
shuttering
huts, those three little symbols.
our
spirit-chemic, our ardent sacrifice, if
numb
we awl, if passionate, we suppress.
