the way I claw back to your orbit is a sign

of a disease, blood trails, nail bites

the mind always germinates a hoax

to kill the germs

a return call to

the ideas that shake reality

a reverse mirror image

the wish to cling to immortality

by eating faces figuratively

human making is a kind of dissection

a die-section where dies are cast

the self and eye-ball, balls out

beauty is beyond the eye of the beholder

who holds the means to capitalistic endeavors

money sugar coats and licks surfaces glittering for

who can surgically reshape the face

who can reshape the past

all is based on and stems from a smile

a single smile that initiated rolling

of cigars and cells and sex

whoever catches the secret of the smile

breaks the screen

addicted and revolving, the pain is a wake-up call, call if you can face it all  

Image: Lorenzo Mattoti