|
My heart was like a crumpled piece of paper |
|
It's been wrinkled and shrunk by hopeless ignorance |
|
I saw it blowing over the old wooden floor - isolated from my body |
|
I picked it up and let it sit on the desk |
|
Pull up the pictures until it opened up again |
|
The velocity of the realm |
|
My body with the shape of a blooming flower whole (?) |
|
Became free from all the stray hands |
|
All organs were tumbling around the room |
|
My true visions got let out |
|
Dragging along the wall - full of enjoyment |
|
I can see through the porous sea of birds (?) |
|
----- memory |
|
Unwritten postcards chase off the art of control and lie |
|
Sorrow's on empty (?) |
|
When I released my soul completely |
|
Like then all sensations came out of my body |
|
My feelings seem to begin recovering |
|
From a long, long, long day |
|
I kept on drawing abstract vectors in |
|
One after another |
|
I was helping ----- help me up (?) |