Queries
Are you in me?
Am I infected?
Host to some divine parasite?
Your daemon in me,
Vacant possession?
Am I a blank wall to be tagged?
Graffiti welcome; sign me.
The dummy you clothe?
The cloth-ears into which you whisper?
Requests
Place your music on my lips
(Your notes at my fingertips)
I want your tune.
Programme my sequencer
That I may move to your click-track.
Help me to sort out this
Crazy, mixed-up kidding.
I need a filing system.
Put the sponge in the water
And the water in the sponge.
5/11/05 (Alpha Day on the Holy Spirit)
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