Artist (Canada)
i break my way
that place in her
there are gaps
color blind
flying is absolute
i am an eye
without
her
the shape of a sound
a dream
blocks of time
asymmetry comes back
in the studio, dance...
staring down
i die again
a pile of books
and again
from now on
so i fight
these piercing waves
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