Yellow, infrared, invisible or blue
streaming out from the eyes or
forehead: the hot current of thought
(the only one permitted here)
pours towards me swimming upstream
into it, my face too wide must
streamline, the edges of the cortex
singe. You will have me
stay, in your presence, unmoving
forget or construe
the past as the present is
and tomorrow, it does not exist
by proclamation, because
nothing changes here, where you are
president and undertaker fell
captain Death, custodian of the brain
you let the body wander
convulsive and loud
The mass entertainments
spectacles, objects outside
the silenced core, define
a republic of estrangements