| NOTE: You float there / between pleasure and fear / in a piece you cannot
determine /
you are everywhere / but in the present / and you disappear / further
and further /
into / these incalculable rooms / and your personality fades away /
your features evaporate / your body decomposes / and your last thought
/
is that you have become a noise / a thin nameless noise / among all
these others /
howling / in the empty dark room
|
