Pierrot is in a 
consciousness of self, me/I   
is a division in
    
the fabric of blank wonder   
along the desert floor, blow   
heads 

off   
strewn Pierrot!   
mirror loss the   

6 functions democracy palms 
greased geezer bought   
mort / oil paste   

wants to be in her   
is the 
in-itself   

almond   
hole.   
/stage of the un
 
ion, rig Vegas shimmer on the   
origin.   
when her eyes all
 
shut   
in,   
she does it   

with /another   
man!   
me/I Peirrot, broken   
 
petals are the dust of a head   
blown