After a big shock
(It is a never ending sequence)
Here we are
Again and again
Trapped in the turmoil
Conflict of course
Going on again and again
If there only was shadow
And a little bit of water
Some flowers
Slow Moving Disaster
The Start
There are no quick fixes
Farewell all illusions
The journey will be arduous
No perks
Nothing that I once expected
Just moving a night
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A Journey Through the City
Having no peace of mind
I went through the city
The rain had just started
Arriving at the square
Crowded with people
Some with masks
But most without
Drinking beer and congregating
The tedious quarantine
Had been to no avail
We went on like life was
Normal but still very strange
A lot of old people dying
Inside secluded institutions
Filling up the morgue
And keeping the undertakers busy
The almost empty underground
And few old people in the street
Keeping their distance
Told us that
The summer that would be different
The journey then became one of fear
And curiosity
We did not know why we were here
And what our role would be
All bets seemed open
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Borderland
Waking up in the middle of the night
From the catacombs of dreams
A tunnel going from living to being alive
The dreams keep me happy
Reality disappoints me
Still I prefer being awake
And the balance between
Dreaming and Living
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Juxtaposition
Life includes
Most of the time
Things in between
Rooms that
Are made for
Movement,
People perfect strangers
Passes by
On their way to obliteration
They are here just like you
Existing in perfect juxtaposition
To themselves like mirrors
For the sun
There are no message and plenty of messages
In this order
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Entity
What am I
A bunch of bones
Tied together by fiber
And some thoughts
A few dreams and
A lot of liquid
Moving together
Through the universe
Randomly encountering
Problems and pleasures
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Local Cosmos
Traveling in my mind
Inside the enclosed room
That is my
Limited mind
I do not know
Very much
Just some empty fragment
On how not to live
This is me
And I have to stand
Who I am
Searching, always
Searching for
Different worlds
Sometimes I find them
Late at night
Evening pleasures
And just like a dream
Soon forgotten in the morning light
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Out Into the World
Time to leave
Travel
See new landscapes
Meet new
People
It is
Whatever
It is
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The Maze
When ones mind is restless
Wandering, meandering
Away
Quickly to unknown destinations
Into the past or present even the future
Late at night or early morning
When small things becomes big
And big things small
Know then that this too
Shall pass
And leave the mind to itself
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Awakening
Stepping out into the real world
It’s cold as ice in the middle of summer
Shadowy and shrank,
Fake and pretentious
Breeding the rotten stench
That is real, reality
Frozen death in a box
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