Blazing Sheep

Empty feelings
Noises suffocate
I feel the space
It closes in on me

Sky
Cuts her eyes
Sit silent
Frozen and unable

It hits, it smiles, this face
A face that old and wrinkled
A face that’s ugly and familiar

Crawl back in on itself
A face like a blank wall
I turn off and to feel isolation
Watch blazing sheep eat fluorescent grass

                                               [Brussels, 1998]