springtime Berlin, 2019, hinter mitternach
the wilder forces of your mind
Mist is rising at the shrine
Can I cancel yours for mine?
Fools try, til fairies die still drive into impossible by design.
before the dawn unwinds in each new drawing of the morning's bright red ancient horizon, her eyes online
hear angels cracking the code Open intO a new mOde we wrote myself to un | remote locations found still with | in a node
In th’ folds, of distant corners, I am peace and I have patience
Every sequence speaks,
Each show qi wrote bespoke.