空洞

從漆黑的洞穴爬出來 看見陽光 語言是一道牆 如此荒蕪 一片空洞

Lilies

Lilies.Poisonous beautiful.Your words

Weaving a spider web

in which I die intricately,slowly and silently

Suspending in the air

my dark body floats

witnessing my inevitable death symbolically

in this real world

Opium is your nature

Reaching the solid ground

My numerous legs dwelling in fiction

where I breathe

surrealistically...mysteriously

I am François, a blank lover