Easter 
(Opera 58 Kurtz, Pacem you poscimus ) I wanted to write you
toys on bare ground
and dissolve in the ink of this scourge
Forgiveness
Why do a faith that consoles and
Eagle man challenges the tacit Night Sky
and vomiting
innocence now that the curtain of silence and the ashes
feral cries in the wind Cross Oblivion.
Exercise of Love 
( COGNITIVE TRANSFORMATION, ink on board , Ben Tolman)
The washing sacral my ink
stripping monoliths Taboo
clouded and I fall out of Maya in tampax
toyed with the ideas of fake
Ordo of dopamine in the virtual precipice
astral projection neurons while
devolves nell'arenile invention
each lepton Reality
longing for consolation
orgiastic
that lie in the flow direction.
Corazzo me, I laid bare Art
while dropping the Sun
irises and more atavistic
the Cosmos
m'inghittono d 'Amore.
(Opera 58 Kurtz, Pacem you poscimus ) 
