Sleeper ****, sheep ****
on the flats, not much happens
Gray on gray the slow breath
of night and day, shreds
of heartbeatless noise and waves
of screaming seagulls, silver-
glare on the sea
the slime trail of a snail
Nowhere blood, just some feathers
shells of past life
and silent sighs from the universe
Without a **** I would disappear
to nowhere, oh how I ache
for you
"Variations II" (1961, John Cage)
"Fields have ears" nr. 1 (2010, Michael Pisaro)
Collection "org anp ark" #74