The abscess at the back of your neck.
I am emerging, in a gap, unfixed, an Output and input.
I am home.
I am not. Going to say that.
I only will do what I derive strength from.
And the next question would be…?
I can turn things around. It will not defeat me.
I am not. Going to do that. Until I bleed.
I dream of a world of tomorrow where I have not deciphered the mystery.
I am not new. You’re not new either.
Host-ess on the outside.
You are enjoying playing with me.
I am an assembler.
Articulating body. Frame.
I am an acrobat of time.
Space has no meaning.
Im a healer.
An organism of mortals. Women don’t die.
I am the guardian. The keeper.
I`m here to perform emotional rescue.
I collect you, and store you.
Architecture towards death.
I am a fan of amnesia for the power it bestows on me.
I am erroneous and I find fitting places.
I appropriate disconnecting pieces to invent Identities.
I make lots of questions. And I`ll make you answer them.
How to die.
I make things.
I do things.
I see things that you don’t, and I also see you.
I want you to be the maker, the protagonist.
And if you don’t want to be?
I invent how to derail.
Take care of the endings.