The phantom voices are soundless unsoundness to the normal world.   With my own tongue, psychosis cracks this lash, scolding the empty air.   Give one hell, give another heaven, but where is my heaven?   Fracture this jawbone - this jabbering embarrassment within my vacant face!   Raked over hellish coals, blistering with utterances, my mind...

feeling the energy I cringe when I look inthere is my spider, looking to scare mewith frantic desire, it disturbs the spirits who surround mefading in the night, I can see your signature, neonthe red light district, lusts strobemirrored...

And in the fog of stillness, where we see and hear so little:«Do you realize how we are all chasing something in here?The race can wear us down, yet arouse us.»Bees and their somnambulism,With their burden of pollenChasing flowersWho...

             “In an abandoned Yucatan village on the shores of the CaribbeanThe cries of a child could be heard coughing and screaming,            “But miles around the village nothing dared make a soundEven the wind refused to blow or a...