mind way of curious
think is not your eyes when you see me
Россия there, there...

dinamite blast that glassware
intrinsic blue/gray images flying out
but, your eyes, incredible.

think again, repeat repeat repeat
far away thought in matter, ¿ehs
it was performance, it was recognition

needle, as the leaf of a conifer
inside of me, but short lived
its part of me.

where does its boundaries lie?
it dies the bark, chance of cutting
what else is there?