Jesaja Aljoscha Trummer

Gouache On Paper

follow the traces of decay, throw silk curtains,
balance on the threats, jump into the dirty white, land in the oil stain, stumble upon a snake on the ground, look for its scales, make a wish as you watch it fade, turn around, notice the wet chewing gum in the palm of your hand, pull on it and find in the sticky strings distance between words and what needs to be grasped