Man

Set off to the side a black sheep dressed in white wool coils the length of an open legged chair half of which his body is given air while the head of the beaked dollar bill rests against the end of a pillow in between the cushion of a bench.

They are dragging us about with a black mask over her mouth; the eyes filled with my blood. I am hung strewn all about in muscular threads above as they tie her in my strings. Across from me is the woman I desire as formation in the becoming; she appears as vapor of a skeleton without definition other than possibility. With a finger cut to the palm this thing points off the bone to her maker which is a man dressed in white as he laughs. The figure of my self peels his flesh while devouring his insides; this makes her a being which we touch. As I fall into a stream of blood which canals to the ghost of the scientist's cannibal, my mistress evaporates. While I am now in direct experience feeling her body woven as me there is another alike in the form of a handsome man. We both come together as I awake from a bursting sound of an exploding drum. Somebody ignited a Molotov cocktail outside our quarters.

After this vision I infatuated with chasing the nightmare to the end of whatever dream my mind's obsession of perception.

His eyes are the color of aquatic diamonds, his hair the bristles of a paintbrush from the mane a blonde colt shed as he embodied the wild stallion for hills of Himalayas, structure of his face bids me the will to live; this we both come together as one for the description of the man we love.