The angel of strange. (2011)

You do not escape from it.

Be it bears or sickness or time.

It will take you down rarely in a poetic way

And the decay will be left nothing less.

But perhaps something more.

You cannot outrun her

For she is the wind itself 

And the fear in your spine

That the unlocked box

Brought into the world long ago.

You shall not understand him

For it is not your business

And your mind does not want

It is the reason for life...

For the reason of all things

Is that which they are not.