ah … theories, philosophers
they don’t get missed
when the crowd is high
on wine and meat,

woman, man
bound tightly,
woven together

till they no longer
look different

for it is like a solid
mass,

a road of bricks
that is able to stand
the pressure of dreams

long gone.

only gold and lies,
they’re the same
don’t you see?

and yes,
i hear.

gold and lies
don’t mix

for surely innocence abounds!

SURELY, surely
all is possible

and what is probably
is unlikely

but gold shuts the mouth.