I see the outside layer, The animal in search of nothingness, Boredom out of flesh mirrored into the corners of fatty attitudes, Inorganic compounds that deny what matters, Movement halted by idiocy, Laughter

I need the nightly snow within hot streams, Melting like north songs in blue contacts Make friends, Ouzo like creatures in midnight streams of conscious red stops Well... Come, take the ancient steps to

Falling lines

Ruminators of this absurd century Dwelling in fake seas, Castrated souls, Devoid of strong feelings, of noble feelings, Gliding unconsciously on shallow senses, I painted a vivid picture once, a colorful

Removed from the known, infant recipes of death-like attractions, Long, straight, luminous, unspeakably desirable, rainbow-like sounds that lead to the only place I'd like to find warmth, [...'come inside'

Endless starts with ‘end’ and ends with ‘less’.... how else can we imagine if we don’t create boxes and boundaries first?!