- What are you running about, my morning jogger? Quietly bringing down those aerial arches, the invisible gates of light that are raising before you, then turning back and caressing leaves with soft touches? What's it about – these rheumetric feet and syncopic caesuras of your running buddy, the Riesenschnauzer bitch called Rhyme? - I am running about you, my high-rise apartment observer, who is erecting those gates, who is forever putting everything off at the sound of the battered reed... read more
