(June 15 , 2011)
a paradigm of unsettled fields is on a wire
he whispers his reliability and my shoulders were stroken and fielded questioning their escape in time being charged with the holocaust of the imagery .
and the ‘i’ is being held for the non being for the conspiracy of the shadow.
he has done love .
i handled various but what would i be in a mis translated cuts and the exile
i did transfers of distortions that were hidden burdened
the owl and the light fitting
i ve been dismissed in a sea
a sea of paradigms
he still can go reaching the sun
the sun is a seed
i have been never told to whisper
whispers are the whispers of the owls that cross the field and the noise
we have to run away the raw is misleaded
what a distortion can do then to feed his nails with dust being faked ,
impunity of a lust of a lust ,
i ve been shuttered to spreed the lame