Our China

Using telescopes to meet
the valley
at the Eye's Mouth
seems
a safe step
for bettering
our
China.

They said.

-

"Man, dare to touch me" she said "I'm only laying everything


down."
She was a wise virgin, elegant.
Fountains squirted forth but "men are pigs", meanwhile our
flames collided, beauty enhanced.

"Our China is burning, in angst"
Her lavander eyes suffocated and our mirror-children were growing spores from watching them

Premenstrual, hooded child.
Leave now for your own good.

On Mondays we travel,
muscles on thrones, aroused, arousing.
Ourselves aloof, detached from schemes that otherwise would define "desperation".