Canine Teeth

It seems that if we do something too wrong, we will get closer. My heartbeat hits your heartbeat, just like one layer of blue swallowing up another, like hell holding up nineteen layers of hell. When I fell into the water, I thought I was returning to the placenta of the sky. Seeing you in the abyss, I know we are waiting for each other. You have too many friends, too few allies, and your only accomplice is me. When I laugh by the fire in the north, you hear the sad melody under the westernmost mountains, dripping from the wet bones of God. Time has no end, thousands of roads are just one road, delicate romance is under the roof of others, not in our palace, only mistakes distinguish us from others. We should jump into newspapers and wander around, appear in every news that is forbidden to be broadcast, and fly through bunches of wasted time. In order to maintain the normal order, you have been hiding your heart that beats too fast and too chaotically. I wait for the raised fish to die, clean the tidy room, deal with my relationship with love, and respond to you by walking past the rusty bronze statues of the gods. If you are gold, let me be your deepest rust. If you are rust, let me be the gold that you dream of being but can never be. I am your despair, your surprise and distance. You are not alone. I want to peel off your iron-clad restraint, pick you up, and jump into the wind until a crazy tsunami comes to us, carrying death with it. We are distant accomplices.