Reality Poem by Madrason .

Reality


Twisting in everything but my head
you'll find the human-beïng that I've met.
Because all you've seen or reminisced
is a flesh representative of Beíng
which tries to Be:
so if you never were you've never missed
a thing but pure and sane Reality.


Madrason 16-04-1992


Contact


Niemand weet
werkelijk waar
het samen-stemmen
en wanneer
dat overgaat
in samenzang,
ons ingeeft
tot samenzijn.

Madrason 07-01-1996