in partibus infidelium – igen

Well, if one sees the magnetic field curve.
Those damn birds
they do follow
instincts

Poles
do they bend
I bend my Xicano ens
in these Northern Lights
Suicidal Tendencies
Arise, do they,

Who am I?
that I no longer want to be?

Do I perish the I
in the vortex
that invites
Swallows
towards
a revolving cone?

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