Monday, 14 April 2014
99. A Falsified Description
Beautiful, still and strange. What now?
True as cancer and very fragmented.
Nobody has read the wonder of this city through
Shredding the poets, pink, red & gristly bits.
Hear, voyager – are you with us, the childish?
Time to make claims, prevent interpretation, put on
Our lovely muumuus – markers for how we fall
Suddenly into the actual to fall out finally unfalsifiable.