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"