i trace shadows
lurking in the dead ends
i watch reflections
that allure
i project
the slides here
on this white screen
and i keep
coming back for more
distant darlings
have been disconnected
the past is present
anyway
certain dead dreams
have been resurrected
they pave the road to
more decay
clockwork days
i´m guided by machinery
i push the button
but who´s pushing me?
i told a friend that
i need a change of scenery
and i keep telling
myself i´m staying free

LARZ GUSTAFSSON

July 2, 2008