There are no hierarchies, no infinite, no such many as mass, there are only/ eyes in all heads,/ to be looked out of.
Whatever you have to say, leave The roots on, let them Dangle And the dirt Just to make clear Where they come from.
I don't live for poetry. I live far more than anybody else does.
Forgive me if I sleep until I wake up.
Atlantis will rise again.
I'm trying to climb up both walls at once.