</>a bottom haunt
each thing sought
brought to naught
...
...so let us do
this thing of blue
travel afar
don't leave me ajar
...
something beautiful
how to say it
or at least to lie
...
dwelling under the desert skin
an underground oasis singing
the song of an unspoken sun
...
</>I will beat even if everything else
gives up beating
I will beat even if the last of the worlds breaks down
I will beat even I get killed at the top of a gun
...
</>I am a belief bathed in the waters of
the earth
the sky
my own hands
...
Who is absent?
With all due respect
the question is rhetorical
...
perfectly biscepsed
voice deep and a smile
a smile with a style
rarely educated but regularly oedipified
...
</>is the place where no one declaims
'to be or not to be'
there are no actors no text
just instruments
...
today or any other day
the less one expects
the less disappointed
one becomes
...