From our Dmitri Shostakovich call.

O grave, where is thy Victory, Jan Toorop

 i’m walking in a large boulevard
 my glasses are broken 
 every
    image
 is
            a
 ruined 
             jigsaw
  
  
 grand loudspeakers
 h
 a
 n
 g
 from columns from buildings from
 people’s necks 
 grand loudspeakers that play
 indefinable sounds from              afar
  
 confusion
 a tear a silicon tear
  
 a scent of flowers 
 wakes me up
  
 they’re lilies 
 left on my
 g_r_a_v_e ∎