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The Great Quest for Reality

I had this feeling of losing

Grip of reality

It seemed like reality had its

Benefits and deficits

The question is what is what

Dreaming is one level

True but mercurial disappearing

In the morning light

Only leaving slightly contours of memories

The repetitive world of every day

Is very much an illusion

When we leave it behind is just gone

Like a dream

Therefore my question is

What is reality and when is it really

Reality?

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Processing and A Wall

The mind is rotating

In circles around itself

Lost in so many ways

Trying to find a way

To have it functional

A connection with everything

Inside myself

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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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The Dots

Connecting and putting

All the dots together

Forming new patterns

Unknown but workable

For some time

Bringing back life

And connection to

Isolated mental villages

Building roads takes time

Building meaning even more so

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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

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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