Symbols

Shopping for an Avant-Garde Identity in the Bazaar of Life

Are You Ready to Know that Seen from up Close Things Have No Shape?

One Fine Day the Sun Admitted She Was Just a Shadow

Oh Sweet Martyrdom of Not Knowing How to Speak but Only Bark

A Pile of Dumbstruck Faces Watching the Universe Function Without Them

Every Epoch Dreams the Next One, Even if it Becomes the Nightmare of the Other

My Tongue Pronouncing Words Without Consenting to Their Utterance

Working Through Disappointment to Further Disappointment to Defeat