Tuesday, March 22, 2005


Drawing on the wall as the sun goes down
the body needs Oxygen, so…
Breathe in, Breathe in…
and Out, in and out, in and out…
Clear up those thoughts, clean up the lungs
but the drawings make no sense
an abstract being in a concrete city

the buildings are so tall, will they tumble?
lost in this organized maze,
where is my place on the grid?

up, over, down, and out – i still cannot see the sun
nor has the moon risen tonight
how can the sky be emptied right now?

running faster, till this dead end
this body of still water, some call it a lake,
running on water,
i swam for some moments
until i woke from drowning


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