true that

black beetle turn over

everything is rooted to the second

primordial glistens eat my afterburn

outside the room the noises

action figures blithe ardent ignorance

what could it be?

my heart beating?

images repeating?

what is left to  believe?

myself?

you?

It's love that remains

the love to live but not to die

but no one can wait enough to see the other side

rebuke me

contradict me

overthrow me

deny me

in the end you will know I was true