The body wobbles from head to toe; you see walls inside walls,
cornice inside cornice, and change of sidewalks at midnight.
Time to go home; house inside house, leg inside leg,
chest inside chest,
and nothing else – (a lot more things actually?).

Hands up!  Keep your hands up until you are
picked up by someone – the authorities. Right then you see
black car inside black car, and yet a black hearse inside,
lined windows, door, burial ground, and hear hisses of skeletons’ breath.
White ants feed on skeletons - life inside decay
and death inside life. Therefore, death is hidden in death.
And nothing else!

Hands up!  Keep your hands up, until someone picks you up,
and throws you out of the car, but inside a different car,
where someone is in eternal wait – like a young banyan tree
clenching a little peel off  a decrepit building,
some fateful stranger lurks behind
the leafs like a hardened bud
with spider’s inviting noose in hand,
ready to adorn you with a wedding garland,
and you are married at midnight
when the sidewalks change,
the body wobbles from head to toe and you
see wall inside the wall, and cornice inside the cornice.

Imagine that the station moves while still stands the train,
twinkling stars glow in the dark while dooms lights wane .
Suppose that the shoes are walking while the feet rest still,
the Heaven, the Hell, and everything start to mill.
Imagine that children carry coffins to the crematory in bliss
and the old enjoys nuptial dance across life’s abyss.

Those are not very happy times, not moments of glee.
And right then, the body wobbles from head to toe,
there is wall inside wall in your perceptive sight,
cornice inside cornice, and sidewalks change at  midnight.
Time to go home: house inside house,
leg inside leg,  the world is in a scatter,
chest inside chest, and nothing else is the matter.