This is a river
called Dragons, or Days.
(Drink some foam of It
Sing along intoxicated
seagulls: Vive l'Amour)
This Future flows in my century, accelerates in my fear.
I know you wonder why
Why are you sleeping alone and loving alone on the riverbed
Why are you such an incertain bridge such an undulation of air
why are you so void of muscles and energy
why are you flowing from the future
backwards jumping falling screaming backwards
firstly you overlook strangers and their tongues
rebels bathing within your waters
kung-fu masters from the second day of Genesis
then you wonder again why
Why truly cannot this riverbed play my Jazz
my drums stating the Reality-of-Flesh
You vibrate against Why
Why always the same the other the encounters
unceasing Wildness here
In a Word you drive alone
always undulating air within fear
always undulating fear within desire
(Write down the silence of your answer
your mouth in a Word)
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