I am trying to get
Things done
Hoping for magic
To happen by my action
The Magic
Late at night
Attention
The very best thing
Time is changing us into
Something unrecognizable
Staying and watching
The change taking
Place a every moment
Mediating transformation
Metamorphosis into
New forms and shapes
We will never stay the same
And always be the same
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The Fortress
Long time ago
When the world
Was in war
With itself
We went hiding
But our protection
Became our prison
Now we are unsure
How to open the door
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The Burden of Things
Empty and void
All the things around me
Choking, abusing, using
The mind as a tool
For their pleasure
Or is it me
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Love
Love is under construction
Hiding
Life is a great struggle
Like a gentle dance
Not yet taken place
Or being on going
In the raum of long past
There is always a party
Going on somewhere
Flowers on the boats
When Dionysius arrives
After the long almost
Eternal boat
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Being Me Through Things
The request of being me
Bringing all sorts of papers and books
To various places in the world
As if my personality was depending
On what I have around me
Less things, less me
The solstice did not help
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