I fell a long way, and the world took my face away from me | No | life anymore

Disturbed with ripples, she | dipped her fingers into the surface of the water | the universe | shimmered || She looked at me

Days of the stowaway || I put tissue paper in my ears to keep off the cold | built a house of glances | built a house of glances

Echo | chamber

I locked my phone so the fall wouldn’t find me | I fell a long way | No | life anymore

They leave me flowers | Was | unhappy in my native country

Watched the cars slip by on Angolan oil

Days of the stowaway | in me | A toy mermaid at the floor of the bowl, and the goldfish | flashed their fins like the crimson fans | of Japanese princes | dancing

Came a long way, disturbed with ripples | My SIM | card keeps my identity || holds || all the routes of my secrets, how I | came to be no one

She looked at me | Her mouth was | red like the scales of the | goldfish she sent scattering | Water | beads | on the glistening | tips of her fingers and | I built her a car of the future | her a car of the future

Here | The fall took my face away from me | I took the sky down a long way with me ||

Days of the stowaway | passing | by me || Missing | soul

Echo | chamber

All the voices that shouted, all the voices that sang | or curled their whispers like | threads of smoke | looking back, looking back | at the fire

Will they bury me | in a place I know? | My family’s hands | upon me? || Missing |

person

Brought the joy to small pieces | joy to small pieces | I made my plan | Brought the shape of my | data to | flow with the data | of the rest, like the rest | Was | unhappy in my native country

Nights of the stowaway | in me | Smuggled | trees | Arguments of clouds | and cirrus | connections | Reflections of sky | in a goldfish bowl with a | toy mermaid | eyes | with tiny | reflections: a toy mermaid with golden hair || I admitted the wild | dream into me | The wild dream took me, and I | came a long way | disturbed with ripples

I locked my phone so the | thieves wouldn’t find me | Fell a long way | from any | sacred rumour

If they don’t | put me back with my body, if they don’t | bury me with my name | who will I be, then? | Just part of the sky, and | part of the ground?

Disturbed | The goldfish flashed their fins like | crimson fans, and her mouth | glistened like the scales, she said | Things could be | better

From any | sacred anchor | From any | sacred order

I go | Embers | stowaway in me | Smoke | wants to rush back down to the | burning | fire

Why did I flee | my native country? | In our culture | with no name | no | family | although I am dead | it’s like I’m still alive – a missing | soul

I go | Embers | stowaway in me

I locked my soul so the | thieves wouldn’t take me

Days of the stowaway /

Echo

chamber


from the series bliss point | angels of disorder
(open-ended, 2012–present)

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