Light diffraction,
eyelid red,
in front of me a stroller.

The reflection of my lips on this rectangle on my which tap tap my fingers do.
A puppy made of plastic,
it has never lived and never will.
The M that creates each bike.

From the swinging of this earth sea,
I observe what passes through the black hole of my eye.
Start the song again.

Angry eyes,
pointy brows,
softness underneath,
an infinite fragility.

Straight stitches through what once grazed grass.
Slim hands,
curated fingernails,
fish a phone from this object that forgot its history.

The strength of a drunk man against the doors of this metal dragon who has eaten us all.
He doesn’t thank those who helped his escape.
Start the song again.

Alexanderplatz.
Rothaus Pilz.
Cuccis.
Kalte Getränke.

Perfect hair-locks eternally falling,
symmetrically parted,
setting an intention for the night.

Fingers counting denim threads.
Start the song again.

Entschuldigung,
sorry,
bitte.
A smile.

Typing a long answer to a long message,
reading both again.
Send button untouched,
the phone gets locked and back in the pocket.

Red plastic,
aluminium foil,
a mouse runs across the train tracks,
pointed at by a child.

A heart beating so much faster than mine.
Start the song again.

Trees were once this zara bag,
breathing air in forgotten forests,
releasing oxygen for us,
ungrateful bastards.

Passenger pigeons got killed in millions in North America, easily caught thanks to their need of cohesion, pulled by their beaks through lazily placed nets. Light peaks through my eyes, I trap these images, my consciousness the bait.

I am infinite space: I don’t have a head, but I have the world.
My feet, hands and eyelashes at the end of it.

Start the song again.