My, my, my!
You—have seen Hyde!

Saw his face, held his gaze,
Froze in place, stuck in >POP!<

Z- "Oooooooh MAN!"

M- "Why so? How so?"

Z- "You know."

M- "Well, I don't know, do YOU?"

Z- "Well, why, you slept on my face last night."

M- "My apologies."

Z- "No, that's quite alright—
Your trembles took a vile turn that night.
I felt your face.

Upon the porcelain glass lay your skull.
Coils of white-sewn strings foiled inside exclaimed, 'Twenty-five at last, peace out, motherfucker!'

Struck out like vines through the dermis of your ears and the pores circling that sphere.
Left your mind spacious for newcomers.
Those strings left your grain, twined round that sphere upon your head, and you shone,
You shone like Ariadne's thread."

M- "What a strange thing. I had this conversation with myself last night."

Z- "Did I?"