There’s a crackling in the neck of civilization
A false note that makes the jars burst
Strolling lynxes which mess up the curtains
Sizzling candy paper as a substitute toy
Opinions lacking patterns
Belief that sells itself as logic
Shrieking worries about algorithms
Promising allegories trying to enchant
Splashing and gossiping in the jungle
Fiberglass rugs on which we surf and and scrape up
Rip-roaring competition in virtual spaces
Extraction of internal dialogues
Confessions of the unbearability of being
Devotion as a marketing strategy
Great used to be bigger too
asking questions became setting intentions
A manifest of limitation sings its hymn
outlaws are the new kings
you need a camper van for belonging
running barefoot is the new airforce one
yellowed fingers from feeding the nerves
phonological rhymes to whine
no poem but at least letters
delight has no limits
– TALiS
