Patience

Patience is a great art

And the perfect trap

One can wait forever

Without receiving anything

Patient must be combined

With passion and action

Only then does it have

Any meaning

Inter Planetary Intelligence

Sometimes we sense the other

Intelligence in our dreams

In our memories

They are there and we know it

Still their existence is a conundrum

A mirage on the wall

Or late at night

One day we might know

But still we will not be certain

If we were able sense

The others

Triage

Waking up an early morning

The light is the same

Everything else is different

The selection of people has started

Being very obvious still surprising

We are numbered, separated

Then going back to our normal life

Pretending it never happened

Some of being gone though

The old and infirm

Especially hiding in the shadow

Avoiding attention

The Other World

Found a new world

Beyond the corner

Another place

Very small but still

Somehow relevant

Another universe

With its own weird rules

A place for contempt and

Contemplation, freedom as well as

Frustration, fruition and fertile imagination

That place I thought was mine

Until someone took it away

Awaken me to the futile experience

We call reality