out of the blue my hands turn into themselves and so does the dust of leaves feeding the soil of a mysterious skin we are passengers through blissful omens cruel visions of a ravished anti-time so treat me like fire
because of sadistic hands we grow bigger hands to grab, pull, squeeze, pierce every body has its dread darkness is pushing the boundary pushing us against the volcanic visions of the depth while looking for its light or its might who knows
it must have been light that invented my mind the light terrorizing my eyes so that I walk obsessed by beauty I am trapped inside the circles of time they grow and revolve in my tissues it must have been love like a pocket of darkness like the gravity that is so simple that we can't understand
shadows entangled so it happens the oppressor and the oppressed such an intimacy of pain terror and shame in the quietness of the right hand the left hand surrender to the cruelty of an exchange to be or not to be delusional this is a question reality just an approximation of a terrifying mystery without meaning
a beat of a heart alone in the dark we have many songs but still little understanding about the growing shadow lurking in the bright light
a raw light today undecided to retreat its hope from the mystery of leaves I'm watching the clouds dissolve into something larger than themselves I'm watching my hands, how their screaming is giving myself to me
the light without name will go its way so we become waves not deceiving the sea
words minds hearts rendered useless is the silence of horror the deepest silence? so frighteningt the force with which life destroys itself is complexity unbearable unstable fragile? one cannot yet hear the silence of death in the loud noise of a world collapsing