Dear Siren, whenever I see sunsets, they disturb me 

by their continuous re-perfection to re-emerge in different perfect versions.

Existential re-perfection, 

tonight a completely different version

Fragment and fragment, translate your Soul 

into something extraordinary. Unlike anything else.

This fragment and you, 

elusive intersection 

Your Soul moves as a conjunction. 

Existence is an art of combination. 

Melting concepts, 

re-emerging art scene

Once art connects the seemingly unconnectable, 

reality re-adapts.

More daring definitions of freedom

not-yet-discovered address

Save the whales 

and the black market of redemption.

Falling Angel, 

not-yet-tamed version of your future Self