(from "my Secret Place")

(from "my secret place")

in my most secret place

there's an ugly secret hidden so my eyes

had always glistened, but now the whole earth

collapsed, the atmosphere frozen,

bodies that unsightly entangled rolling

over the frozen wasteland, and my eyes

no more glisten and my ugly secret

is no longer a secret and my most

secret place lost its meaning.

(from "The Attack of the Spiders")

   feathery, so painful time

   and the neglected death, they mixed

   their bodies up with full of excite-

   ment and plug the cavity

   now what we have left

   are the spider traps shining beautif-

   ully and the ever-festering toes;

   and then the empty scales trapped in the repeat signs

(from "it was an act of death")

I was in the house

I stayed there

embracing death wasn't only beautiful

'cause it was so hot and my

whole body was shaking

everything suddenly became strange

something was rotting in the stomach

into the mouth

something kept flowing

it was an act of death

death, covered with foolish vice

that was firmly clutching a miserable-shaped apple

I was death

life no longer existed

(from "When Spring Came, the Teacup Broke")

When spring came,

the teacup broke

Tears welled up

in the wind

The wind blew

and silence fell

And without shadows

the world is always

a bright

day

Blind faith

blights us

so the face disapproved

of my death

In my last moments,

the back gradually became distant

The face

wasn't seen

The other

face was also

When spring came,

the teacup broke

Silence, wind, solitude,

nothing allowed.

(from "Social Animals")

What's the most depressing is

To hear hopeful words

From their feigned concern;

If they don't see with their own eyes

They never believe or even

Imagine something in you

And if you hurry to dance

To their tune to shut their mouths

They eventually fail to contain

Their sincerity, just burst into a laugh.

(from "the breathing")

shadows waving in layers

beneath the blue lights

were blackened

and the silence

with a deafening symphony

was frozen

only the breathing

breaks the ice of silence

like a cry of a bird

glimmering deeply and unstably

in this huge world

I am left alone

I am left alone.

the cold silence

the desolate darkness

the breathing piercing the air

in that suffocating swell

I am left alone

I am left alone.

sinking is

not a bad thing