the idiot walks along a canvas
Sunday rendezvous; mister phobia


"maybe, today, fear will go away, I'll
fly!"


a gruesome rain, a seraph wailing
flapping madly, shaking on the wing


"listen, my friend, never look down
from the cliff"
"take care, beware! do try to catch

the eclipse"

obsession, the will to fly

it would be nice
still, a nagging doubtful mind
it will be fine

straight ahead half luna shines
now is the time


here comes darkness
distanced from above
bold emptyness

omniscient fog

up on the edge

ready! one, two...go!
rat or angel
does one really know?


the idiot walk along a canvas