you are whispering to me - eat-eat up the mint one
chilling
unwrapping the crumpled cover
on the sly
the bones slipped out from the skin
and got broken against the strings
like the atlas splits up into countries
they were searched with delicacy
strange is
not a trace left by them
nevermind
simply the void was cut into my recollections
henceforth how am i
supposed to divide by five
when all the numbers weakened
not sensing the phone's vibration anymore
not hearing the bus honk ahead of me
amid the street
standing there
the puddle overflows its banks
out of my perceptions of the heavens
and streams the drain up
because of inexact calculations
it's like i am out of
the body
would
you be able to
swim across the very tender amongst all
the river Yenisei
put into
your ipod four hundred sixty songs
and accidentally die
listening to your beloved roundelay