he went to publicus

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,

eternal, instrumental

hell, wooded, feeding, bright!


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