Language (made of boxes)

For gossiping

On other boxes


Sentiment on paper

Confined to the walls of the hive


Can I transcend (or just take a break)?


The truth

It doesn’t matter

Not this poem, not this prize,

not this person, not this life


How to live (like us)?

If reality is by committee

Horse, or Camel?


Human, primate, mammal or fish?

Animal, tissue, hormone, flesh

Marrow, water, carbon, ash

Emptiness holding a pen


Hollow grace, out of nowhere

Volkgeist emerged in the naked ape


(Just light me up, I will survive)