The dream that I dreamed
Is endlessly distant
The sky blue of the desiccated days are in my hand
Trial and error within fixed intervals of sound
A space without time or dimensions
I'll make a life-sized sound
And make up my face
Beautifully, on only one side.
A half-rotted apple
Fell into my hand
Even our other sides are reflected in the mirror.
Trial and error within fixed intervals of sound
A space without time or dimensions
I'll make a life-sized sound
And make up my face
Beautifully, even now...
Trial and error within distant human sensations
A space without time or dimensions
I'll bare my claws at the support for my head and body
And shave off my face
Neatly, on only one side.
--A distant sensation.
--Life-sized.