I got lost on endless steps.
when porno stars love each other
and tiffany-express served lust,
no other measure of a sphere;
everything comes together. just right,
for the old spinster’s death.

love is never far away
from the catacombs
where we made the twilight
seemless and neverending.

I seek the stranger
in glass paper;
unidimensional space.

we catch the movement
on film,
nevermoving, ourselves.