when i show you the illicit behind a fiberoptic veil— obstruction is a kind of foreplay. yes—this is an intentional seduction. this behind is a fiberoptic veil i build an economy on anything i can. yes—this intentional seduction is suppose to be a delight. build this economy on anything i can’t. my taste is acquired, so take your time. suppose, this is a delight— the mystery, yours to solve. you take & taste my acquired time. take what wilts from my lips— you—the only mystery unsolved. i can never stop questioning my mouth. take all that wilts, my lips. where every fantasy i try leaves me dead— i can never stop talking about my mouth. here, my tongue is bile & tomorrow. they leave me dead in every fantasy i try— the overgrown prophecy i am to witness. bile becomes swallow here & tomorrow— some end time we have already faced. the prophecy lives to overgrow the witness. no future belongs to my body. these end-times we already face. my testimony is the absolute of what i know. i belong to the future in my body— will truth survive the transmission? i testify in absolutes of what i can not know. what do we make of the delay? what will survive the transmission? reveal the half-life of the illicit, unmake myself as a means of delay watch for the obstructive foreplay.