Courage

Being in that tired state of mind

That is mine

Too little sleep

Too much to worry about

But it does not matter

Because it comes a point

When the courage

Is greater than all the broken parts

In the Beginning Was Emptiness

Then came word

But The magic works best in writing

Changing the reality

Word by word

In a country that is focused on writing

The text as a holy grail

But words can be seen as a way

To avoid change and development

Words of man, act of God

Ambiguity

The morning always breaks

In the middle of night in May

Collapsing the sense of day

Creating ambiguity about

The eternal order of the south

Where every night is dark as coal

Cold Light

The nights here in the north

Are short and brief

Quickly moving creatures

Almost invisible

Creating a blue skylight

Mixing memories and desires

Waking up the dead or long gone

Emotions

Comprehend

Trying to make a meaning

Out of this

Does it matter

The story will soon

Be wiped out

Like writing in the

Sand

Words

Putting all this energy on writing

Giving words to the readers

Feeding them with stories

And nuances that colors

The mind

Some small

Fragments of thoughts

Matter and Spirit

Putting things together

Broken mirrors, bikes, a life

Mending them with glue

Words and sometimes

The occasional welding

Everything can become healed

Or not

If the social bond

Is broken by fear and lies

Starting from nowhere again

The outcome is uncertain

The Market

Looking for answers

But I only find more question

Lost in cheap markets

Selling things of low value

Seen from distance and still

I am a part of all this

For good and for bad

Not outside but not inside

In between

Visiting

Went to the future for a visit

Today

In every way

This was just too much

An adventure into

The middle age

And back?

Everything the same but more extreme

More cafés and more heat

Resting on security and money (a lot of that)

I had enough

Went with a Ice bear back to the past

Looking for ice and a bit of snow