i find myself in an eerie state of perfection within chaos. wondering about things i already know the answers of, yet they are not fully resolved. and so things turn more chaotic. there is more to surrender, there are more walls, steel doors, endless oceans. black holes as well. no matter the distance or hardship, the ultimate truth will always arise, so ok – death is release in its most ultimate form; freeing that which could never be caught and kept to begin with, except for within illusionary parameters – could it be that i just need to find the light switch?
one of the worst recurrent dreams i have is of being in the dark and not being able to turn on the light. while something is coming.
i feel something is coming.
we’ve got nothing left to say to each other
so we just circle around one another
not quite sure when to finally
move into the opposite direction
perhaps the idea of infinite space really does scare us
and it seems more safe to have each other as a point of reference
as if this would keep us from getting lost
as if life does not
at some point
totally dump us
back onto the earth, into the soil
our bones our last remainders
for other birds to peck at
they say cats are night creatures
then what does that make me
a halo around your thought of moon
you say you see
but there is no such thing
you can make me up amongst a thousand other dreams
i discovered mountains, climbed to the top, and exploded. my body turned into a cloud of atoms, and they spread wider and wider until the air was clear again. i returned to the earth, and i will rise up again, take on another form, and find you.
as i lay hidden beneath the soil, i dream in lava. my wishes turn into red hot veins that run through the earth, reminding you that
i am here.