she would ignore she would sniff she would kill she would forget

Dance Capsule 02

Five Poems

ENTKUNSTUNG III Preface

92i Veyron

Some times when I watch the dancefloor I try to tell whether if those that dance are happier than those that talk

The repetition did not drain my sound however: it converted it to something gradually more familiar: from a song to a foil: to a membrane of my own.

MODULE#08 [A STATE OF FLUX]