Mutant flies multiply 
into doubles,
into the negative negative.

Nihilism enlists 
the sublime 
purgatorial and divine.

The tender 
and the existential
in flagrante intertwined.

Body of ghost
fleshing out its tin 
sorrows languish,
rain on skin.

Art of game 
releases terror 
from its masks.

Patience from it race
with grace -

Perhaps perhaps 
perhaps…