A swordsman breaks through picturesque China.
All of gold, broken structures rise up with the sun, knowing their fate.
Camus' chalk scrawlings cannot complete their thought.
History's calligraphy on tapestries sown with clouds and smoke.
Innocuous, he could have been anyone; it could have been anything.
The blue ice on her wrist or privates.
The torture begins in scorpion symmetry.