our yearnings are the creepy packs of
anonymous snakes with hot scalds
converted in time into fossils
which conserve the earth’s heat

it remained only dreams for the dreams’ sake
wrapping our bodies alike ivy
we cannot meet people with
four arms four legs and one head

cannot hear any more professions of love
only rocks repeating like talking parrots
fragments of the monologue’s echo from sob –
as humankind’s new language

only the blast of some pain
incites sometimes the heart’s embers
shakes and reminds us that part of life
has fallen down nearby or been left behind like rain

halves of glassy globes browbeat to fit
with halves of plastic cubes – too much hybrid matter
self-abjuration and ideals merged in
ivory towers ruling over the welter