Dreamer…
Dreamer…
Dreamer…
The tremor, the screamer, the foreseer of a beyond sensation.

The furore…
The furore…
The furore…
The journey, the transient monopoly, the finding of the known crooks.

Silence…
Silence…
Silence…
The beaming, the intangible, the Oblivion of the chaos that goes within; without any notice.

Radiation…
Radiation…
Radiation…
The burned face, the lunatic wonderer, the carcasses of bones and ancestral blood.

Agony in my teeth
and gloom in my hair…
the sunsets through this cage are still better than the outside.
The effervescent culture is in my nerve…
and I think it’s a transcendental closure for those who have seen the death once.

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Photograph: Paul Rossi.