„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