you brought the dead fish we’ve been looking for

but it feels like there is more

a utopia featured by Jesus strolling on water

treading lost desire

but the muddy liquid is transparent, almost transgender

a cogent gathering of four is ex-sex

the moor and the moral superiority are lost in the swamps

with the swaps of perspective

where the “I” becomes many untouched and yearning eyes

and eyes are people

the medieval costumes are a ruse to tempt you ample

the urges that erode under god’s gaze

the muezzin is calling us to something

alienation is the material fact fest phase

the same, the totality

that recur as sacrifice

the sardonic mackerel face does not bite

I’m the sea

who sees nothing

and wets himself among women

Image: Alessandro Sicioldr