IF ALL ANIMALS AND THEIR CREATIONS DISAPPEARED, AND ALL THAT WAS LEFT WAS UNTOUCHED NATURE, WHAT WOULD YOU DRIFT TOWARDS?

There's a spirit

Of my old city.

I can hear it

When I close my eyes.

Trains roaring, children chirping,

Sirensssss hissing,

Gangs trotting, ladies growling,

Pigs purrrrring,

Praying,

Performing,

Sacrificing.

Baka!

I can hear it.

Mother of Magic,

Heal it.

Manbo.

Heal. It.

When I open my eyes

I can see it.

Not an animal.

Not a man.

Just a dream.

A spirit possession,

A heated revelation.

I want to call it by your name.

But you haven’t taught me to speak yet.

The thought of you vibrates on my closed lips.

Mmmmmaaaaa

Warm, slow honey never stops dripping.

You will always live.

And so must I.