empty black room contains me
little vanilla flowers
I put them between my tooth gap.


Chew on my destiny 
to spit out my future.
I believe in it,
like I believe in
everything else alive.
It is so bright.


Other worlds await for me,
Need my body
 to walk trough their streets.
Welcome to my ancient museum.
Feel free to enter it.
A single step towards...
Paranoia is gone now.


The blue vein of my heart
pumped it out, all the sorrow.
I need no time for healing
time does not exists,
neither do I.


I manipulate everything around myself
the trees and winter birds
kneel before me,
however they do not see me as their god
but like a friend of theirs
disappointed fountain of ideas
never going to stop sparkling.


I contain stars in me
plato of million other bodies
talk to me, when alone...