let the birds mention us,
vengeance is a mystery within,
like wine told by Cereteli.
The sky has a pink-haired character
and melancholic piercings,
it reminds me of Handel's motifs,
it's tragedy in its purest form.
I stand alone among canned vegetables
and stuffed toys. My teeth don't allow air to pass through,
trapped in themselves, they are
like angels, lost,
and I don't pity them one bit.
Poor artist, how long do I have
before I sell my guts to the first man I meet?
spiral rings freedom
many nights alone with myself
all my paintings hanging in my mind
pathetic gallery of memory loss
birds have pecked the stars out of my eyes
i can't see but i don't feel any worse
Normal Is The Key Of The Struggle...
(from the cycle of telegrics "Transcendance", July 2023)
Skybeat For Vincent
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