Ready?
Ready as I’ll ever be.
Now cover me with honey and unleash the killer bees.
My life:
A fossilized shark’s tooth inside a Triassic rock.
Animals and angels, I know them both,
Neither high nor low,
Neither good nor evil.
From emptiness they make little sounds.
They said: “Come back.”
I said: “I was never here.”
They said: “Be still.”
I said: “I never moved.”
Apostrophes, enigmas
Tint the ambience,
Ceremonious phantasms
Bewildering the mind…
Polymorphous sensibility
My benefice.
My eye is in the work,
These sounds are its lightbeams.
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