SOLIS UT LINGUA

It mourned the hungered hours
to lustful chance
TO BE


AT LEAST 




ALIVE


beyond
closed doors
it triggered by lump views
at least, you know ART GRASP ONTO MY WORDS


It blossom from stink-fish
to my last supper
in EX-TEMPORIS


UT SIC TEMOPORIS?
HUNC HODIE


It's far yet so close by now 
hopelessness recalls
to all


enclose
disclosures
wounded pride


It danced tonight
at traffic light




England, Merseyside, on my way to the sea, Liverpool, summer 2010