lines, may 8

what is to be done with dada.
why have we sacrificed ourselves 
to sense.does the wind spell pariah:
a product of the trench & chlorine gas.
but now.but now
the poetry of precarity must resign
itself to transparency.
it's a long way to temporary.

i've made war on myself long enough.
dada-breached defenses compel surrender.
i will let you unlock my phone.
the peace to end all has begun.