Die Folgen

- February 2007

I'll cut off your hands before I have another stab at it again
No obstacles nor disintegration
         Radiation:
         The air we breathe...
Tremulous, the throat from which I breathe

            Firm hold on me
        I can't release
   the clutch that threatens to cause
     the cause of regret; a cause
       for concern:
Cause & Effect.

      the consequences: dyer yet
     conflicting
inflicting the cling of his palms loosely tied tight
    ...neighbouring my jugular
It breaks the ice of a bright pool of water in Alaska in the fog
           akin to myrrh from a stone
                     my head like a twig
            my head on the wall like the wall was the floor
I pass away