lovers will always meet in private and flirt in public

(for Omer Di Tur) The feeling of a tunel: circulatory expansion of the flesh, and the torso stretched until breaking. We will walk over the graves until we find one with an entrance made invitation. One foot at a time, one knee at a time We will enter there where one will rest one day. WE COVER OUR SELVES And each thing is symbolic Because it has to be HB becomes DH and talks, finally IF BURIED HERE THOSE BEAUTIFUL EYES ARE CLOSED FOREVER THIS IS NOW MY REQUIEM THEY WERE ALIVE AND NO ONE NOTICED THEM NOW EVERYBODY KEEPS THEM DEAD AND LOST