Later on, chair beside a window, staring at the
cellophane–living in a moon so blue–modern
dances follow your footsteps. You walk alone…this
narrow road…on the way–the living end. Somebody
in the snow? Blue corpse, one foot in the North, twelfth
apostle, graven image–lost cause–glad to get
away! I woke up…new town…the beginning…