this flower is scorched,
the world is collapsing around our ears
on a maddening loop..

wolves at the door.

these clothes don’t fit us right

a secret stigma
-reaping wheel, a carnival of sorts-
strangers to these spots,
chronic town..

20,000 miles to an oasis
combien, combien de temps?

those creatures jumped the barricades and have headed for the sea

open the window
a breath, this song, how long
and knew, knew; -

these barricades can only hold for so long.

gentleman, don’t get caught, cages under cage..
here’s a house to put
-house- in order

take oasis

we walk through the woods
we’ll stumble through the yard
we will live 1,000,000,000 years