once asked if I walked through locked, closed doors thought the situation perverse for, in each different purpose lay glimpses of an arid land and each door surely the portal to forget sounds, so I forgot
and threw a condom on the floor spilling seed on the ground before drawing hard, ruled lines on high density graphing paper
those lines now, I know symbol: ten hardwired precepts where two men, one to listen, one to speak, spoke out to hear one voice raped of less glorious purpose
that I could take the right hand side and watch clanging children be the first to pass through portals