rotating mirrors


the body- irresolute
rotating in seduction
no colour’s
own light, occult

ascetic
in the endless eye
the living reflection
of the limitation, the lamentation
of a violent status

the cornerstone of a
lost, deflowered sound
my incomplete arsenal
this gestture of miming the world
with a sentimental whore

raping stars –
the image of a hot – blooded creator
this desire to love you
among rotating mirrors.