Strange... but I find myself more often
As you see me, through my own coffin;
this time I persist to climb the web,
cause there's meaning, there's a net
to find us all around and play,
Provoce ourselves, by night; by day;
Art is art but who's the heir?
Is it me and do I dare?
For twenty years I did not know,
That a window; here; would change it all...

All those pictures in my mind
what to keep? What leave behind?
Senses you never had before,
Here is all. Shown by all.

'Tis I read, I found my home,
Though 'tis strangest from them all,
It has no walls, it has no roof
Yet it gives you that right proof, that;
nothing, nothing is for what it seems,
May DA fulfill your dreams!