A: I Don’t Understand What you are Trying to Prove.
Z: That I have – Nothing – to Prove.
A: This Path is a Shadow.
Z: Yes, This I know.
A: Do not Follow the Other(s). Let x Come.
Z: Yes, Right Angles, Perpendicular, Vertical Angels. We
are to be Adored.
A: I am Waiting for the Path of X to my Frozen Window.
The Equipage Shadows Startle Me.
Z: Yes, for it is Winter & your Bones are Colder
than Cold. I know This & many Other
Subjective Facts about You.
Z: You Spill the Air. Your nerves aswim that sage sea,
They Spill You / Everything.
A: Until I am Nothing. The canvas consciousness
A map to tomorrow next month next year
Confused as to where what I have become
Nothing again. My love.
Z: Those pills for sleep, I am Sorry to Say
Made you different. Sometimes You Are
More Here. Others Further Away.
Your odd Marble eyes Liquid then Stone.
I only Recognize Fractions.
A: They made me itch, sweat, fatten, lie
About Happiness. Yes, I am Fractional,
Darling. My Mobius equation will Sing
Atonal Cacophony. I am Bleeding
Like You. Like Everyone Else. Take my Cello
& fix the wingfray of my Nerves. Stay with Me
Without Dream. I know. It is not Fair of me
A: I am Watching You as a Boy hiding in your fort
under the dining room table at your grandparents
Watching Everything. Yes, it is a type of Time
Travel. You, my Boy of Twilight Swans. Even
Z: I cannot Speak. My Words are Stuck
In a Gold Painting where a Beautiful Woman
Weeps Golden Tears.