By doorways and walls, I pass through
with two faces. I am honoured
and assassinated by fruits and
seeds of the people.
They move their lips, I hear deep shrills.
They whisper like big cannons
at battle. I keep each as a sacred
stone; I throw each as a poisonous tale.
Today, God loves my motion. I merge with
Galileo under seven planets
I am his Dialogue on the Ebb and Flow of the Sea.
But tomorrow will take me suspiciously.
Medusa will come to show
the bogus end of Venus and her beautiful phase.
White weasels come in pack, they smell her
insidiousness; she sits coy on my tongue
while I am categorized.
Back to square rooms, black chairs,
I pass through with two faces.
I am honoured by amber vials,
assassinated by the pills.
They move their lips,
I hear fuzziness and laughter…
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