Door EXIT. And she’s in the next room staring through a stained glass window And the paint is peeling from the frame between here and somewhere STATIONARY. Parallel pyramids project her shadow on mute Euclid angles architect antidotes of a… Read More ›
Time Machine Poetry
It was a Wednesday. ‘He’ didn’t feel like getting up. ‘He’ was cold to the touch. It was a Thursday. ‘He’ felt like getting up. ‘He’ was too late. This is official Project Astral poetry – Raphael Baldaya
Go out on the streets Feel more real Through music, through writing Over-performing I don’t like to repeat myself STATIC BUZZ This is an official PROJECT ASTRAL article. – Color Pessoa
Motionless, less than thankful. Contrary to brimstone Sermons. Plato; Cayce dimensional blueprints. Disappear into the light of the stray moon. This is official Project Astral poetry – Raphael Baldaya .