Pretty looking objects, unheard song lines, month of March,
Cages, electricity, pause.
Smash in your wicked thoughts.
How do you sleep through empty nights?
How do you dress every morning?
Can you remember anything?
Are you still naked?
Are you stiff?
Are you cracking?.. or soft?…or red?
…or polished like marble?
Are you safe like everybody?
Are you hiding something?
Can this ever happen again?
This is neither chapter of inquisitions,
nor any game people play.