Power Lines

The numbers were going up 
and hallowed men were no�"� 
more saints. 

You find that your shirt 
was stained. Now 
you talk 
to strangers. fear creeps�"� 
under the skin. 

You come near each other in�"� 
dark. Reverting yourself 

Against the wall of water as 
high as your ego. Epidural abscess�"� 
a silence of unknown. 

Now, every hour you die. Light 
abducts the dreams. Nothing to- 
talk about the blitzkrieg.