Wakes from sleep
in a strange bed
flees into the intimacy of shame
Your power and strength
the merger would
now your wings are lame
lost in thought
for what and how
poke you for rats mice
you kill the beast love
But in dreams
to convert figures
unfold in one place
from human to animal
You remain undaunted
down here with all to
but the source of all dreams
has come up with something
behind the curtain
in all sizes
my garbage is made cold
Keine Kommentare:
Kommentar veröffentlichen