T was I and not u and not me neither u T was masterfully planned, ahead, wif a head, not mine neither urs neither their and not I but T was planned and planned T was, whether this life or not, this life or the next, sculpted in time, remembered by none, masterfully in control, to what I cannot attain, neither u and not them and definitely not I, even if T was wished by some, not of control, just give T up, unless it works, then do not give T, to none, not I not u not not them shall know, never never ever know, T was not, never here, not there, perhaps down below, if and when we go, eventually we must, definitely, not I not u not them not us, we surely must go below, and up above, to relinquish control, whatever happens, I cannot attain, neither can u nor them nor us nor I will never be able to, since T was always so and thus forever T might be, what if we don’t know, wif a head so presumed, we still, no, do not attain, neither can nor will and never should we, we know, and to lie we must need our heads, and our mouths, and our ears, and this globe, and come out barely scuffed, to most, if they knew deep down, T was never even graced, never attained, not I not u not them not us we must, if dare shall have it’s way with us and u and I and them, to begotten and behold, a sight most could not resist but turn away from, like I do, like u do, like we do, to ultimately make sounds, like T was never was there, far far away, in some cliffs of disbelief, they relinquish control, to what we cannot attain, we must never bellow, or look inward to some, to us and u and I, for T will know for certain, like T never truly left, to always be there, T must feed the seed, T must know and swear solemnly, I cannot swear and u cannot swear and we cannot swear and they shall never be able to nor want, below, to where T must be, T must be there, T can only be there, to survive of instinct alone, and never, ever, not in Jupiter’s moon or the Sun’s shadow, not even if the seismology of the craters might align, relinquish control, and we must we so foolish, we cherish the notion, u, I, them, we, that we can, for all that is and all that not and never, some time we will, eventually, if we keep and we and I and u and them and we we do keep, but truly never attain, not like them, not like us and us as we that all they must be not who in the below found no bottom, no valve to turn, no ratchet to burn, no enough so T would matter altogether, T want’s T all, and no mouth shall ever get fed again and never not enough, we and I and u and them try hard not to get Tall the way into the memory of us and we and I and u and we go away, to never know but never care, to wish a fever pitch would stop us, and us and me and u and them, might some bones just crackle, since the thought was left undoubting, T was never of all and not, was meaning to get right and forever got not wrong, twice the fun but not the joy, T knew all along, we, and u and us and I and the I in me that turns to u and we and them, wif a notion so unsuited, bespoke to all we are, and we and I and u and them, first away, to relinquish control, T was not mistaken, and we cannot attain.

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Daniel Gianfranceschi (1999) is a multidisciplinary artist and writer working within the realms of painting, text and sound. Gianfranceschi previously studied fashion management under Prof. Sabine Resch & Prof. Markus Mattes and is now continuing his studies in painting and sound at the Academy of Fine Arts under Prof. Florian Pumhösl & Prof. Florian Hecker. His work has been shown at Kunstpavillon München, Goethe-Institut Athens, Künstlerhaus Stuttgart, Württembergischer Kunstverein and, most recently, Museum Brandhorst, among others. Writing contributions have been featured in Erratum Press, Cutt Press, Virgo Venus Press, Sleeve Magazine, Positionen Magazin, Frameless Magazin and more. His musical output has been performed at various institutions and featured in compilations by the likes of Industrial Coast, Les Horribles Travailleurs and more.