July~Fantasy Issue
The Ones to Come
by
Elias Siqueiros
Traceless
bound energetic heart.
Girl who has no name.
Man manifested stew of lint.
The soon to be savored,
cry formed of the color of the sand's hands.
Hands who have no place who give no cry.
Man with no name,
wandering vision the Alps blue
in the city's triangulation.
Women, odorless,
found sipping the fields clean.
The streets alien, abrupt planets.
They are blindfolded.
They enter this house of endless flowers.
One will be shot,
he will lay there,
a sky met with body,
a man made by light.
Girl who has no name.
Man manifested stew of lint.
The soon to be savored,
cry formed of the color of the sand's hands.
Hands who have no place who give no cry.
Man with no name,
wandering vision the Alps blue
in the city's triangulation.
Women, odorless,
found sipping the fields clean.
The streets alien, abrupt planets.
They are blindfolded.
They enter this house of endless flowers.
One will be shot,
he will lay there,
a sky met with body,
a man made by light.
