mistakes unmade are the fate of the dying

auspicious visions of knots and ribbons show purity how to evade the lying. had you watched the news you would know that life itself is undying. there is a child alone in the desert that dies while sleeping. hoards of tapes and icons shelve dust and reeking. guitar picks another chord of the same old meaning. rain percusses on roofs of tin-man houses. sallow painted whores sing ballads of forlorn louses. there is a man somewhere that hides in grottoes. he shows himself twice at night nude on horses. the moon is full and a lone howl remorses. mistakes unmade fade with shadows from torches.