Ladycat War Zone. Mud.

Deep covered with mud, raising the downstream.

Silhouette of winter soldier on the shadowed window.

Where are our arms?

Where is our inner circle?

No path trought the words.


Ladycat War Zone. Ultra deep field.


Amber smoked eyes strikes down my sights
pain shakes her whiskers
don’t pull him again on the crooked cross
under this scared skies fillful of a smashed souls
a faithful and blind.
Jump in this ultra deep field focused in our life
for others, a some kind of life
still frame from Zulu base, eta at 16.24
white noise in deep silence
randez vous with an endless ghost recon.
A dozen of years or a second
riding a shock wave
of a purple tsunami.