I will see you off
into the darkest
into the deepest
reality that doesn't exist here
A place that's not a place at all
I will take your fire arrows
that you'll send from there
and carefully lay them into
an iron chest
Their lace smoke will
smudge this space
When you're ready
the moon will greet you
the sun will warm you
Your body reborn
your soul awakened
We'll welcome you.
 

19.V.2021

 

Do I choose the view or the sanity?
Jazz or the symphony?
Poetry in which language?
And why do I have to choose...

forbidden photo 18.V.2021