Melange from the mountains

You aren't writing. A snake bit me It followed me across the Pyrenees The snake of opposites. . It wants me to achieve Coniunctio oppositorum Or balance Or perhaps it is just here To play the game of layers and cards To chop away at a rock whose shape i have not yet recognised A …

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Normalising heartbreak, handling the water.

Shattering shapes of a rigid shell In the end it is nothing more than that To make room for the flow Which is moister, closer to the ground. More humble, unassuming, which hugs the Earth. Knowing how to break fluently And dispose of the scaffolding of thought and plan Quickly To partake in the quicksilver …

Crumbling the Berlin wall

People are different here. They don't send money back home to their parents. Instead, their parents buy them cars or houses. . They don't hang on to life and sanity with the last claws of their humanity, will power, focus. Many walk placidly. There is indifference and distance. . They are reasonably comfortable. Perhaps explore …

Iron Curtain 2018. (Wherein I cross my childhood border and revisit spiritual remnants of the Berlin wall.)

I crossed this border once again. The mythic border, across the river in the mist in the mornings, heading towards the sunrise, when i was a very small child. it's ingrained in my brain, perception and heart even though there is no border here anymore. Even the Syrians can apparently pass. No one controlled me. …

A cryptic and paradoxical text on soul reintegration

You've left me to the wolves. You didn't even know they exist, or that you were doing it. They are far more terrifying than anything you have ever seen. If you had seen them, i would know that by the marks on your soul. I saw more than you. . You didnt see the bright …

Glittering things and human needs

I still want all the glittering things. I want to adorn myself with feathers Of travels Knowledge Status Connection. . I still feel i am nothing If i am just a human being. . I still know very little Of how to provide for the actual human needs of a human being In this type …

I wear other people’s clothes

I wear other people's clothes. I can't resist wanting to know what it's like to be you. Maybe it's better than being me. . Maybe it's a bit of relief from being me. A north star, because being me is disorienting. Quiet and disorienting in that no one has taught me to read the shapes …