An Interview / A Documentary

-01.22.2023-

Rush, rush, I rushed at him, someone entangled with pigs.

“Falling is coming. I got no need, so you should bear nothing me.

As flopping not me, I’ve learned, and you’d be seen.”

He shouted at me, and ensued was his sentence saying:

“Now what you’ve sensed? Sign of sins? Or snakes in sauterne?”

“Smelt you, my soul of sapiens”, I sighed in his sight and spoke my slang.

Silence was I received with ten stark sticks clamping my intact five in winds.

Inquired his death was me, and the only “play” I heard did not sound.

“I play offshore on that stream,” “I play no more, just sit and see.”

Liuyang is the name of that stream; it could be nonsensical like the most.

The most we begrudged is the most drudged we made.

“No charge is sound; how brave you are,” he chanted before I shunted this chunk.

“Something else, something else.” He replied with somebody else.

Then, the pulchritude I’ve ever met dwelled in his eyes.

He did not believe I did perceive. However, I could also keep

Noticing his shield being peeled amidst my field. So, he

Cried and vowed that is absolutely of insignificance

And invited me to watch those dewy pearls trickling down those cheeks.

I asked one bout more of the one last word could stand.

“I would like to find my decease.” He laughed and left to live indeed.

I noted down in the earth and beheld my bleeding

Beams from five dusty pulps and five scratchy nails.

As there was no ink or dust but an arena of asphalt ailing

Dead underneath and still flesh, wending in dreams.