I live in a grave.
My deepest thoughts sleep
locked in my sarcophagus
which no one can unearth.
...
At home in the park
where the black squirrels go.
Awake in a dream,
alone in the cold.
...
Living in axiom.
Aristotle,
you devil.
I'm next with everything else.
...
Of this last moment,
just thinking.
A transition
into dreaming.
...
The illusion of fulfillment,
a cataclysm of movement.
I am King of the inevitable,
clutching at the controls
...