one dog, tail-chasing, ouroboric bombs set off in my ears
tearing after the end rabidly, lustily, i need to run after this, more than that
i want to run after this
it’s inevitable really, there’s no way around it, chasing the back-end, the end, what has
already happened and what is to come.
and in it, when the crashing stops you might join me and make
two dogs. tail-chasing, clod flying up at the end of our claws, dust clouds, stained, flaking off
peripheries shaking, blurred images, after-images,
i won’t ever reach you. you’re too fast, you won’t ever reach me, you’re too fast.
that’s it, it won’t change, it’s unchangeable.