The sun is stuck
The sun is stuck
In the crown of a century-old oak.
If only I too could
Recline always awake
In its clear shadow,
The sky in my eyes.
Like a virgin forest
Like a virgin forest
We too have become coal.
You, who goes into yourself,
Remember the echoes.
Whoever digs into time
Injures eternity.
The master’s spiders
The master’s spiders are weaving
A wireless network around us.
Someone on another continent
Secretly reads our thoughts.
Through the door nothing is visible.
In the dark we are smaller than gnats.
My palms reach for you,
Sink into a veiled mirror.
When I finally reach you,
I embrace the whole world.
A person is a shadow
A person is a shadow
Thrown by a letter.
The letter goes everywhere.
The shadow doesn’t leave
The cave.
A person isn’t a spot
A person isn’t a spot.
A person is a tail.
In absolute reality
All scenarios
Are possible.
Our spectrum
Is the strait.
We are all,
But at the same time
All possibilities
Aren’t for us.
Oh, my lovely blinders!
Oh, my gorgeous tail!
Oh, the past,
Which sits on me like
A fly on a nose.
Fate gives us
Unbearable freedom.
That’s why I’d rather
Pull and pull
The whole world like a puzzle
That I created.
No, a person isn’t a spot.
Truth isn’t a horse.
I affirm this, unshod
And under no duress.