in the aftermath of the
divine, musical, inter-
nal dissonance, and a hell
of a sound to listen to;
there, poised, two youth in the blue
blood of incestral conflict.
finding the signal, typing
one morse reply: why bring this,
discord, into our organism,
when we divide our lung we
cease to breathe but only to
scream! orchestral voice, which will
suffer from it, we seem to
forget — we perform worse with
each scalded word, we miss each
other more — the throat closes,
the teeth gnash, and the scornful
eyes, they burn as much as fire!
words! thoughts! mal-alignment! what
goes up must not return if
it goes up in flames, infernal,
hell, wooded, feeding, bright!