Yasaman
Pishvaei

Fugitive
Rhythm
of Uprising

I am not me here,

I am all of us;

past,

present,

and future. 

a diary of longings . . .

Limen

Unable to fit, my subjective “I” escapes the objective “me”. 


Anxd I

 remain 

an unidentified, 

foreign particle.

Life
(Less)

I smile at existence,

at the passing body,

at the rustlings of the mind’s autumn.

Viral

Collaboration
&
Fabrication