14.08.25
Like frozen roses desiccated Eispalast
to the surface I was dreaming two ghosts
again connected heavy centres
the world's heart gets chucked out
another line of shit poetry
in China’s Harbin
what will be in the slots of
love its green-domed
Saint Sophia Cathedral
Image of a City we would live there
hating these roses under Sun Island
aborted false heath fritillaries
a field that is not only immense
but also full of cracks
the Disciplining of the Aristocracy
& the involuntary groomtaming
of the cold through art all the same
conceals the reflection of its nakedness
an artificial lake outside a self-relating
negativity in Klondike gold fields
stashed there ankle deep
the terra nullius sastrugi Tatishchev
there are so many things stranger
liquidised in the eyes of those who had seen
