The Blue Gull

I found my way back to the numbers, to the one and two, and to the beyondness of the dreamless infinity green like Mars, skinny like the belt of small stars encircling the speed of thought. A piano opened it…

I found my way back to the numbers, to the one and two, and to the beyondness of the dreamless infinity green like Mars, skinny like the belt of small stars encircling the speed of thought. A piano opened it…

the universe, extended, intended, circles the abys, sculpting the being into a fire, a shadowy sun pieces of time are joining on its trails, giving away their thoughts, encapsulating the will and pouring it deeply, slowly into a glass of…

no more than a star, a light is shining: the heavy voice hearing the face of the veil making its way deep, into the soiled mud the speed jumps, sowing its seed of wonder between the veil’s eyes blinking here…

I’m in a gap, like the world, which acts so clumsy as a hardened atom who lost its eye and ghosts the wonder in the breathing collage of a forgotten sight, on a brink of a sky… it’s a demolishing…

In the shadow of the sunlight there is a light of a broken sight sighing for its intricate beams. The shadow was filling the hand and the mind took it and flew with it somewhere in the distance of a…

My mind landed on the Moon: I started reading my Thoughts at the light of the all-encompassing Earth. I started seeing them: they were running imponderable in the howl of time sank in a never-minded crater. A thought heard the…

The struggle was the eye, the eye of a deep blue mingled with the whisper of the torus. The struggle was the sphere whose corners were scratching the wind of the falling winter. The struggle was the string pinched by…

How tall are you, and your sight, and your words? Like the sprout engulfed in a brown eye? The Universe has lost his Light And She’s hidden around me, In your palm, Like the grain of sand forgotten on a…

I thought of a cello, long and deep; and the strings of the Multiverse vibrating in a hand, and the rest of Its strings searching their narrow frequencies in a tree’s skin. The eyes have opened: their rains were leaking,…