Monster in you is carefully caged by your intimidating education, 

Talk to him, 

he has the honesty of a lost pirate, 

make it taste freedom sometimes…in absence of senses.

He won’t tell you those rainbow mountains…he will make you put a bullet right through your brain…

The greatest art there is, 

The infants of nominal liberation. 

He loves whiskey…those spineless bottles of twisted isolations…

leave some drops sometimes…

He might give you the spirituality of the bond between sun and sands, 

Hold his hands then. 

Leave yourself and go on a fancy ferry with him…

With cigarettes and the abundance of lethal evenings. 

But don’t forget all these in sometimes…

Make his units always in seconds…

And always give him access to psychedelics and breezy blues.

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Photograph: Tadao Ando.