N a p a l m H e a l t h S p a : R e p o r t 2 0 1 0
In order to live with my feelings
I start to draw chrysanthemums
I get lost in the space of my eyes.
I rub magic rocks
and spooks jump out the rails
of the midnight train.
The magicians dance
in front of the fiery ovens.
At the edge of the ocean
a naked woman
takes me to hear the sea shells
in the darkness of the planets.