All this talk including a channel tunnel of kid gloves and landmines went underground. You were fetching my limbs in sequels and spoofs, commemoration my organs with friends gone by the board, whose names like patients’ names. Our clumped appetite stirs and how when unwound, as with DNA, it sweetly wounds us. Security in the suitable place, you said, is faith misplaced or no desire at all. But I nearly, in my dreams I day-dream, in my dreams I do not hope. Where were you when was I? Counting down the decades in behalf of the prize as patsy of our quondam war. 야마토게임