Visiting hour

• a glass fang is fixed
• not guzzling but giving
• i will not feel i will not feel
• but the distance of pain that neither she nor i can cross
• in the round swimming waves of a bell
• so much pain, so many deaths, so many farewells
• fruitless fruits
• a withered hand trembles on its stalk
• carrying their burden of so much pain
• in a white cave of forgetfulness
• walk lightly, swiftly
• their slender waists miraculously carrying their burden
• green and yellow
• combs my nostrils
• vanishes heavenward