IN THE ABSENCE OF LIGHTS
A dim precision march
Here we have tread before
Without fear/Well measured Pagan desires and objective Study.
Pavlov’s dog is still Breathing, his cigarette falls To the floor
and he dances like a manic animal.
Lost in the headlights, accidents shall occur once more.
There are no excuses left for avatars,
no reasons left for men,
only lights in the doorways flicker and then they slowly