Jump through and so many loops
Many seek a guide, and lime lacks
the evil mind, possessor of wisdom
how limited is your circle, thus
upon a return of faith: the engine
cuts & says: I am an olive. Juice
and paint-chips: A meal after joy. In...
the satisfied heart lines the fence
with barb-wire and bullied corpses
belonging to the cross-crossed, I...
shall rise upon myself and not even
an eye, shall I lend.