This is thick
No exit, the body is bored
It listens to itself absorbing days
And remembers buried words
As mineralized than the complaint of the Unknown
Soldier
It remembers, and here is its ruin
Of magnetic games and adorable offers
That suddenly tangled it to the thread of its
inclinations
The skin is riddled with electromagnetic waves
Hands and feet bound to the mouth that was ahead of
them
Always eager for alerts and lost splinters
The effects of a familiar style, a skin so known,
before
In another haunting life
March 2011