we never asked for it, but death came early

stains and color-depth here and there

on the fabrics of time, a severed head is a banner

on a cloth banner is a head, is a God

a repetition of the mind-body duality lit ablaze

mixing sanity with time and mimick with error

time travel is a state of mind without bays

have you thought about not existing?

before birth or after death

you’re part of whoever you’ve met

high as a meth-head, low as a fundamentalist

thinking diagonally pinned to the forehead

oozing blood is four-shadowing

Saint Veronica comes and wipes your sweat

dirt and blood, grinding-pride-grounding

everyone needs forgiveness-sweet

Image: The Veil of Saint Veronica