Where do you live?

‘At the palace’

they say

‘where the horse drank’

 

Where the walls are

thick

white

marble

stairs

soft and hard

 

Bones do break

hope not

‘you can always trust cabbage, your see’

grandma say

 

‘Lights are out’

they say

but really

they just stopped using it

and then they float

like little flickering lights

in water

ready to change

 

Oh yes,

they did float

bagging color pink

collecting

washing your food and spit

in a basin filled with greens

and caring for your soft ground

‘where are the blankets?’

you might think

yes,

some did

 

Behind the veils

that cloudy mist

I wash greet paint meet

your cold warm hands

protectively

come closer I can not see

but you do see

they were all there

to glance

to lead hold lend fold

 

Yes!

the red and black dragon was there

throwing paper out of the egg

talking to the sun

flapping its wings

talking with(out) sound

opening doors

gently closing them at the end

yes,

the egg was rolling over your body

a song sung

of life

held in loving hands

and you cry

and fly

and water

that face

and yes,

you get stones

on top of stones of stones of stones

and a visit to the doctors office

prescribe yourself!

or write that poem

or why not that card

and put it in a jar

and send it out afar

yes

dance under the stars

in a courtyard

let your shadows befriend

the mirror self

create an organism

rage within towel-range

and breathe, yes breathe

and tighten that ribbon

blow air

respirate

sound resound

and let go

yes

it sure is time

to feast with the night

color it black

taste with no words

but prepare your glands

you just might

get that laughter served

in a de-branded jar

my dear

say yes,

to enter a universe without knowing

to be bold and structured

soft as gel

and yes

lend and grow arms feet skin

and spiced life

to all new brains

and you gave your heart to us

you all did

yes come here

come back

(you never really left)

to bathe in moonlight gratitude

look at what is here

find that special sign

unlock the beauty

of what is already there

invite them all

give them your all

yes,

you do

and if you would happen to fall asleep

remember someone will be there

to hold you

yes

your hands work

fruitful warm nurturing raw

glorious meal

and dry cookies

and boiling hot water

to all

(except from above)

 

As the thunder rattles the wooden window frames

and the roaring rain

pours in through the cracks

and the piercing sun

bites your cheek

remember

your can lay on the beach

look out from the pier

resonate in a chamber

stroll on the edge of the garden

but beware of the ivy

as its grows

around and above and through

the worm holes

and pipes that occasionally crack

and the blood-moon that shine

upon a vivid red sweet drink

and green strong mouthwash

and spicy honeycomb sips

and potions

on the night of ends

and the golden egg

in all shapes

waxed and splits

heavy and light

boiled and concrete

massive

and little dinosaurs

and black holes

and windows

towards the mountains

and life

outside

 

I see you

there

 

(but have you seen the hammer?)

 

We connect

we spiral

we intertwine

we breathe life into

a dormant vivid p(a)lace

 

They say

‘they are there’

we say

‘you are here’

 

 

Naming no names; he – she – it – is skin-belly only-life within as you (x)(s)ee me now, vividly hunting fleuring objects in plasmatic gelly schraks with timering fenáls, painted black and parrotshooting black holes and stars, together we belay sorelle e cavallo what already is – was – will – be – a divine soft cloud beneath our mountain feet when morning breaks and the night falls

 

 

Dare to enter a universe of all that

resuscitate that mystery

regain yourself bambino bello

cut that braided hair

and listen to the sonata

softly resonating

within

the walls

 

where the birds

guards us all

 

 

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