| My heart was like a crumpled piece of paper | |
| It's been wrinkled and shrunk by hopeless ignorance | |
| I saw it blowing over the old wooden floor - isolated from my body | |
| I picked it up and let it sit on the desk | |
| Pull up the pictures until it opened up again | |
| The velocity of the realm | |
| My body with the shape of a blooming flower whole (?) | |
| Became free from all the stray hands | |
| All organs were tumbling around the room | |
| My true visions got let out | |
| Dragging along the wall - full of enjoyment | |
| I can see through the porous sea of birds (?) | |
| ----- memory | |
| Unwritten postcards chase off the art of control and lie | |
| Sorrow's on empty (?) | |
| When I released my soul completely | |
| Like then all sensations came out of my body | |
| My feelings seem to begin recovering | |
| From a long, long, long day | |
| I kept on drawing abstract vectors in | |
| One after another | |
| I was helping ----- help me up (?) |