The White Towel

"I want to toss for dawn."

"Dawn will toss for us..."

Ice crystal sheets, dying drifting man wearing a black robe; pain of an undocumented disease, I do not write prescriptions. Appearance of passion, flavor of ecstasy, bearer of black and white without news to distress me; her name is born of ice for the mad man, mine is passion of the King. He lays next to me, beautiful dark creation, land of the dead crowns him; thus evades me.

Hate cannot sever the heads of never and minds reaching out to touch forever.

Gemini and I are lowly men; the dead may live again. Fresh out of godliness; we run to shelves rummaging through stocks of nonsense. We desire to be without necessity yet we undo stacked boxes, the numb cycle of currency; opposite proposals of nightmarish terminology. Separated by stupidity's occurrence we lack physical memory; the body baffles itself often. Guilty of a crime we commit; betrayal by whom we commit.

The white towel hangs from an east side chair of spacious hurried encounters; run for the clock sounds an alarm. Bed linens form frozen honeysuckle nectar pistils; zone of forbidden electricity guides hunters to the realm of forsaken pleasure.

Do you search for us as you search for your self? If you search for us as your self then you search wisely indeed.

"I will make them small to make men feel large."

"You know what would really make you feel large?"

"What is that? Tell me tell me please....."

"Give them massive brain capacity so they will never need to use anything but their heads. That way their physical strength will be without size."

"Yes and what else...."

"Give them English an Olde English that the large men do not speak so that they may be of another language, another sound; this way they will be unable to communicate with them further causing the gap of size."

"Yes tell me more!"

"Give them their own world to separate from the large so that the small will stay small and the large will think large."

"Oh yes and give me more!"

"Give them me...."

"How do we do that?"

"Give them the bats and give them our memories."

The darkness of caves is unexplored by naked eyes; I desire everlasting memory.