Almighty

that's you

Track your happy moments

You know what comes with

receiving

Not holding onto

other things

I shave to live without magic

lacking some verve to be

like other people

So I then resort to cool

October mornings'

2.5 × 10²⁵ tiny wanderers

living between gold leaves

and my whispered breathing

This sunrise

I watch a battle

in my kitchen:

desire for cheese

against dislust 

for doing dishes

And then I think - 

make people smile

and if they don't

just leave them 

to dissolve

 

I stand in front of you

naked 

Ready to let go

no more protecting

myself

no less than willing 

to fully dive

You might find things ridiculous

but if they make me happy 

I'll breathe it all in

making my lungs even bigger

taking it even faster 

until I've tickled myself

back into assertive freedom

With no room left for other

Field dreams

Sun on white skin

of the sky 

Warmth sneaking

up into the heart

Bring out the face

you hide

Which days 

do you set out 

a container to catch

drunken stars 

Analyse, analyze

decipher-decode 

understand to see through

the 16th power of your couch

Old me would brag 

about 3 loads of laundry

beginning to end before 10am

New me: Идите вы все лесом

Sloppy weaving

of intrigues 

a disgrace to word

Immature love

your broken heart

puppy eyes

Will you grow now?

You got McMurtry Spéirling

on your mid-life mind

I go from Durga to Kali

in under 1 second

I never picked

an easy way

But to use my own

child

to expose my lack

of self-love, Universe,

это - подстава 

With every matcha sip

I tickle myself on the

kitchen cabinet

So present, content

and on the right path 

I've fallen into life

He played me a song

on his guitar 

I cried

But it wasn't the guitar

I had bought him

and the love -

it's already gone 

I came up with a new

definition for IT

mainly for personal reasons

But you, too, can change

any life script 

if you happen to not like it

Ah, IT is a character chameleon in a definitive language play.

I'm not the audience

not even a performer

I am the reason

for order behind 

in front of curtains

For I am Discordia

of Bedlam

Bing 258

 

The forever struggle

of being in so-called

control

yet seeing that we're not

I have to make-suggest

we dance with chaos 

everyday. And laugh

Did I tell you

I wrote an ode to suffering 

the deepest 

the one who tells

the most stories

eventress, mover 

birther, colours juggler

I dedicate to you

all the chocolates 

all shapes & screams

My bow

Same idea

different context 

best Halloween costume

Can you spot it?

The clouds came down to earth

the dancers danced

they sang and wed

and summoned ancestors

through the prints on their clothes

Everyone crafted their own story

I ate chocolate on that side

of the street