Names inserted on the globe
of the destiny as on the globe
of the stubbed thumb of an inborn
murderer and your name upon mine,
honey, is like the inclusion
of a strange player desirous of fun ‒
already arranged lifeless until you
regenerate him in other terrors
in other vinification, thwarting,
cancellations, denials and it didn’t
even matter the fact that almost
all those writers on record
on the thumb were some mind-boggling,
Bolshevik mediocrities.
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