My Sister was lost when we were young,

She was lost in the forests and by the lake,

There was a buzzing sound as she walked over those bridges and thought those thoughts,

But through the parks and brushes they swayed,

I was sad, I missed the things she would say,

I missed the games she would play,

Although sometimes in my heart she would sting,

Like a beautiful wasp,

And in pain I would sing,

For how happy I was that she gave me that kiss,

Though it was tipped in poison, I lay down in bliss.

Collaboration with Laurence Fuller and Kesja Tabaczuk