Ode to Kusama
Annihilation via Accumulation Series
Accompanies herself with her shadows
Weaving herself into herself
The luxury of the obstacle
(No luxury is endless)
There is nowhere else to go. How much am I supposed to care.
Wherever you go, you meet part of your story.
Red cloak, White lining! I don’t know that feeling.
My ears are ringing. “Get back,” someone, somewhere, shouted.
Perpetually seeking an exit from yourself
Perpetually finding an entrance back to yourself
Shadow is a matter of interception of light
(I too once loved the sumptuous half shadows)
When the kiss is over, it will start again
Before desire must be pain
Mastery is to rend your opponent
Just at the moment he rends you
Who is the seducer?
Accompanies herself with her shadows
Weaving herself into herself
The luxury of the obstacle
No luxury is endless.
What Kind of Liquid is Memory?
Too Much is Just Enough
I am alive. I am here.
When I die, things won’t be much different.
I’ll be there on death island;
Like an hourglass.
(Wherever I am, all the trees above my head are flowering.)
I am Sick of My Unthoughts
I want to catch an animal
Alive because I will it so
Dead because I will it so
No one worships anyone
Enlightenment is useless