My heart is a musical traveller  It will only stop when sky strings  garotte me for the final time    Play Rachmaninoff’s silent concerto  along shafts of sunken submarines  tides swollen, coves so wide,  foam from fingers to thighs,  sea vessel yearns to resurface    in your docked lips.  Ravel unravelling the last pieces  of...

inside the stellar rain I weepfor things corrupt and lostthe machines can't feel the costour humanity is slipping awayslowly technology is taking overkids used to climb trees and build fortsnow their eyes are stuck to a screenpeople walking around...

I carry Tarkovsky's ear in my pocket, still listening to the rain of Stalker, while the rest of his body evaporates in memory like a priest who lost his faith but not his habit. I carry Wong Kar-wai's eyelids in my chest, always late,...