Why do we tolerate ruins
while we can still rebuild?

Autonomic anomalies,

the hazards of matter,
the ceremonies of endurance.

When you tire of blood,
come to poetry,

the elegance of artifice,
the honesty of simplicity.

When you tire of poetry,
follow the blood,

salted with deceits.

It is impossible to live two lives.
It is impossible to write two poems.