one day last week a sickly looking young man sat in the middle of a soccer field, rocking back and forth. No one dared come near him

Outwards Everywhere Temples

You must be prepared
when I become sick
understand the symptoms:

Listen for the big band
jitterbugging on your derelict ship radio
my body will grow fevered, irresistible
then my insides will hiccup and dance
give outwards
everywhere temples of indigo
and bitter almond
and you will crave me
with those skein hands, lips
desire me more than anything
There is one known antidote
surrender
surrender beyond everything
give it to me

Under any condition
we reach the end
Kinshasa together