The poems in Dark Menagerie want to encompass a radical experience of loneliness. It travels through the silence of a poor and clumsy eternity, followed by scenes shot in a flooded city, discovering lost and stubborn things that reflect a strong and dark bond with life. These are visions, fragments searching for some sort of epiphany in a disappearing world.
In the underwater city / blue is a spy / it watches me suffer / for I've lost the use of my voice / I am deporting your face to the North / history consists of a rift / whose length / varies with time / the erosion of mountains