1.
love is dead
(the wind blows lonely)
but there is a return
to moonlght on the beach
where her laughter keeps thundering
across the fragile brain
the world laughs
the sun is a fiery disc in the sky
but there is a cold cold corner
at dawn
morning is the beginning
of a thousand deaths
2.
there is order in the world:
war, famine, thirst,
death, immorality, crime against
property, all are parts indivisible
even hallucinations
and the poet asks:
will it end in fire or ice?
i say neither
the world will end
when i no longer see myself
in your eyes:
when the chain
of love snaps
in two, breaking
like brittle twig.
