|Faun, Horse, and Bird, 1936|
I find you here
master of clandestine trysts
words you never wrote on the walls
why I find those in that street?
faint sounds of a train in the background
create a surreal atmosphere
I march towards the edge
do I see a change in your stance?
no one can share that tiny stretch
it's out there somewhere
"faces in the macabre will not allow me to die
I am mingling with the vision
just let me be'