Diamond Blade

Diamond Blade
Snow-lotuses have support from afflicted stalks. A white line of longitude on viber gradually unveils the figure of a triangle drawn by electrons. Outside the flat a diamond blade continually cuts tiles brightened in dream-colour. High up in the clattering sky flies a handkerchief on winged feet. I divide the conscious and subconscious selves into desired blocks to place them vertically on the soil that emanates my birth-smell. Beside the low-rise building left are traces of dried, rotten and fresh blood. A blood-witness never accepts dullness; it leaves soft brilliance in dust, vivid snow-dream in the air.