Journey Towards Stars
your acreage is shrinking, dust
needs to kill space, the day
set out breathing but ran out of
air, eyes covered
with covered skins like
sour sea soap dunes,
batting in your ear, bleak wet land
below the play zone boundary on the map
drowning in verbs, your land
is playing your light
in doubt of stars
|dv 2018 – “SUN(t)RA(nce) #4 : Journey Towards Stars”|
the texts and drawings were made while listening to the composition their title refers to.
editing afterwards was very limited, so you get to read/view them like straight from the saturnal trance.