Chapter 34 don't ask our age

don't ask our age we are in the forest of ignorance And on the flying carpet of the grass, approaching the sky when we occupy an apartment as if occupying the truth Cars strayed into the city's net climbing the concrete cliff between the wire-bound houses The night carries strange letters the stairs are slack stone lion caught in a trap is our common master don't ask our age We sleep like fish in a freezer dentures in cup shadow left us been recropped Dead branches growing from the sleeves blossomed blood red lips