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my stories of self

fragments of an idyll

self

...with dancing moons in my hair...

The beast behind every eye...

NEW ARTWORK: He whispered dark senseless thoughts, and I listened.

NEW ARTWORK: He wore a crown of silver and of blood.

NEW ARTWORK: dumb angel.

NEW ARTWORK: he read it in a book.

and again...

as is - a filterless portrait...

selfstare with interlude and following end chapters.

He drifted - unthinking - through the big system.

He weighed little if nothing, in the reality of things.

He was tired and couldn't think straight.

It was like he was at the bottom of the ocean - sometimes.

He broke through the wall, he staggered across the room, he lay down on a bed of dead flowers and closed his eyes...

A knife blade to the cheek. He was ecstatic in stainless steel and grazes. Touch me two times, touch me thrice...

He was confused by his plastic eye, by his crystal blue stature. He saw, but didn't see. Things mattered, then didn't.

He spoke in rhythms, through a gentle plastic tongue. His stare was off-centre, his hands fidgeted. He was alone with others.