Collapsing

He wants to revert 
back to mutism. 
No thyme― 
no secrecy. 

The half-baked pursuit 
of non-violence, 
accepting the violence, 
on other way round. 

The otherness. 
You want to identify yourself 
with a new religion. 
Terror of anonymity? 

A night blooming cereus 
wanted to avoid the sun. 
And love, must you 
play desert?