Messages

As the axis of the Earthturned

The night became white

Changing the perception

Projecting messages on

The flagstones

Normally unreadable

But n the vague morning light

Everything and nothing seemed possible

At the very same time

A Trapped Enigma

The night is not dark

More blue and filled with errors

This is the twilight zone

A place for melancholy

And desire

Long gone memories returning

To the land of the dead

Fear and frozen fingers

Silence and mosquitos

Only the tiny creek

Provides some distracting noise

Listen, listen

Because you will not hear

Anything

Unless you are humble and patient

The forgotten gods is almost gone

Still present in the

White summer night

Playing

In the playing-field

Again

So it is time to deal

With the difficulty of life

Somehow by playing

It through

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