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

The Machine

I am lost

Can’t get anywhere

Don’t know why

Just seeing the fact

And writing that fact

Into a machine

That eventually

Will make the

World know

Search

Magic is needed

Magic is nowhere to be found

Only that is so hard

To break the black magic

That blocks taking action

With anything else than

Magic