tEdör [ Krisztián Hofstädter ] – music technology
Diametrically crossed shoulder burden.
Acidic sea memories preserved
unfolded on the tip of my tongue,
there You can find
where the I (you-he-she-we-you-they,
who are all in the making)
now rooted in me.
I waited at the top of the castle
for my owl eyes to take shape.
(Scissors and quarters)
In a white creamed stilled image,
an owls nest where we secretly rested.
A message crawled into our eyes this winter:
Don’t fall before noon!
You have yet to discover all that you are.