„in blackness like a star

„in blackness lika a star“

with you knife heart and voice you erase two nights i dream chalk with fields

the day before i caught a train to Bochumtom Tom and I spoke about Kazimir Malevich how he left the image painted a black square on white it was a tie crooked. done without a ruier he painted what he saw. and Infiniti space where spirit indicates a new logic 

you continue to talk to erase 

my black star wants