A fire burning feeding on black threads Sown into eyelids of all the corners Consuming time It is to breathe the slit air you cut with your hand through a window To look for words and finding them elsewhere elucidating in the fire pit Glowing when not a void appear…

Have you discovered freedom? No, or yes – maybe yes – I do not know. How does it feel? Strange I guess. And a little bid weird. But I like it. How? Because I feel alive. I feel alive! How does it feel? I do not know. Different? I want…