I looked for you
And I found me
What a disappointment that was
I had to try again to become lost
So I looked for me
And I found you

From the perspective of a man hanging from a tree, by any limb, if necessary: the world goes by withall wherewithout, changing only according to the colour and the contour of the eye. A concave statement, when applied to a complex bio-lens instrument, shall be interred by deferment, a symbol of which is your lassitude. I wish you well, the tree is my protector, the tree is my anchor, the tree is my mantra and will put me up, for sale. When all I feel is falling, all is what I’ll be.

A minimalist in all but execution

I took my clothes off
Oh!
You meet so many people