Karsten Li

Contributor

I’m a sheet of paper with a heart of great ambition.

Obsessive spiral mind who promised me a whole.

Water burns my skin, and my brush is mere delusion

Crawl out of my body, so I may rest my soul. 

Indulge in foolish glee, to leave the cell of mirrors.

Your work’s plethoric aim must die before it drowns me.

Thus when you burn my skin, begone! As you’re no dearer.

Though you transcend my frame, only when I allow me.