Maybes

Maybe I will wander off and get eaten by a bear.
Maybe I will find my way between the slick hot rails and the train.
Maybe I will be stabbed walking home at night.

Maybe a rich old man will bestow his money on me.
Maybe I will win some piece of the economy on which I'll float.
Maybe money will burn in the revolution.

Maybe the water is cold, so cold, but clear, too cold.
Maybe the water sustains all life.
Maybe the water is cold, so cold.

Maybe the cold rids me of my body.
Maybe the cold expands my mind into the infinity which is pleasures.
Maybe pleasures are outside of life.

Maybe God awaits me in the snow.
Maybe peace is, after all, white.
Maybe all silence is undrinkable.

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Oh.

           This!

      What is this?

Oh, this!

                                 Oh–


Him.

         Him, –
   
                                      I–

                         I.

Him., machine.

Body, machine.
                          Indistinguishable.
Oh, this!

                          Oh–

                                           

                                                                    Oh–