I am stripping the yellow wallpaper
with my rabid teeth.
See the illuminations behind it,
so many gold filigree letters.
But no meaning to be scraped
from the lines and curves.
The Holy Text is hidden,
happy to be away from us
and our meandrous analytics.
Blue stripes,
Lines.
Write.
Machinate.
Dream.
Yellow stripping,
buttercup sunshine piercing my brain.
Miniature Moon 