In Perpetuity Words preserve what is real and when that is missing the word persists just as the blood precedes the slaughter and still it remains a hard coin at face value How many bandages to change not a single signal in the insatiable market with the present tense speaking in ellipses and beauty mutilated from one landmine to the next What vein of silence will open some day with a song of obligation for those forsaken ones who kneel on the ground in sorrow Desire Ineffable nakedness, temptations red blossoms blooming in the gardens of your body Slaughterhouses of eros, sick with deaths unmourned until they ascend on their winged horses Your hair rustles in the wind laughing on your shoulders falling asleep against the Night’s throat in the blackness of the starlit sky Procedure Eyes still stinging where the needles dug in and detail, that tenacious beast barking at you Distant memories open w...