The adjectives come toward you,
whispering things beneath my heart...

She is just a foreigner
with a surname difficult to spell...

In Memoriam
Would you like to tell me where you are now...

In that part of the world,
the sky is in exile...

No sound opens the walls
and lies down in the room...

I swear to tell the truth,
and nothing but the whole truth...

She looks at him,
despising the hours...

Inside her
there is an altar in her chest...

You should stray from what I invent:
small clouds of sisal...

I wanted to blow the dark open
as the oceans mourned...

I am an invisble thing,
an unseen substance...

There she goes
ripped apart...