Friday, November 12, 2010

I keep mistaking you for yourself



You keep mistaking me for myself

We can't tell if this indicates a pact

a disagreement or

the last mirror in history is a murder/scene or

dismissed or

the last murder in history is a mirror/scene

or dismissed

which is a suicide

for witnesses

which are eternity

which is a war crime

(abuse of human freedom)

which is a love story

which is when dieing

restores the will to live forever

Exquisite corpse, rotating

Yes, these men are killing each other

Yes, these men are in love

I promise I won't recognize them at the same time

the two feelings I mean

the two men

(the tired paramour of ivory/black, or black/ivory)

The ten thousand things they meant from "each/other"