Being after the breath as if after the light
A butterfly chased by its wing
From the edge of the end pushed away removed
Burnt down by candles a road to sorrow path
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we searched for him among the living-but in vain
we searched for him among the wounded- but he was dead
we searched for him among the missing ones
and there he was - but nothing
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endlessly wide in my eyes
there beats the room and strikes the clock
out of my hands into the distances
cracked is the room-and the clock?
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time insight into a cage
like a persistent white mouse
labirynth stuck
sniffing a piece of sky
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millions of breathings in an anxious breath
seven sages were given
seven drops of waiting
seven drops of hope
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and I am a wild child's proof
of walls sacred turned down
with no writing left to inspect
a jambo jet flee
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The pavement scars of too many steps
Dead corner end stones certificates of dust
The world's just a mark or a place to be
Like countries I live in and those I just travel
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if this is a circus don't let me be a clown
and never touch the circles of my fire
for the lions and tigers might get inspired
to create something without a breath lit up in the sky
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x is like a skylight
a storm at sea the wave of blue
a thunderstruck word a bolt of red lightning
and y is like not
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That thunders through the rain
To turn the houses into little dots of existence
That eat their own pictures within a space
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