AFTER CHARL LANDVREUGD, MOVT NR. 8:
THE QUALITY OF 21

Dream of rooms, forgetting, how to see.
As silent as paintings. Space, in which
We build houses. For all of us to be.

Camera of thought, as if remembering.
Tomorrow’s colony naked and faint.
His moon is behind me, changing.

Come true. Behold our solid beams.
Afraid of not being, be not afraid.
Some things are better than dreams.

AFTER EWAN ATKINSON, STARMAN: NINE STATES

you are quite young
and I should know better
* I * quite young * no
better * should you know
* better, quite * you and I
should * you and I
are better young * are
you * I know

AFTER JEAN-ULRICK DÉSERT,
AMOUR COLÈRE FOLIE (LOVE ANGER MADNESS)

My mother daily lives in fear of the rain
My mother daily falls and fears like rain
When rain falls we close windows
She watches, she prays, she guards the door.
At nights she plays Buju Banton for us
For we like poetry, and she is worried.
She is worried because of what we spell.
Though we laugh, she hears thunder
Saying: Father, come back.

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