Artist (Canada)
in the studio, dance...
my butterfly
...wings, tangled...
flying is absolute
i break my way
water and glass
that place in her
and again
i die again
asymmetry comes back
the shape of a sound
from now on
my skin is blue
my feet cannot anticipate
here exists only through sound
numberless beach
blocks of time
the other side of him
i am an eye
that what is me