assorted poems

 

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black line

 

a deep slash

a gap opens in my flesh

it runs across my whole lifetime

is this what they call a black line?

 

nothing is right

questions, only questions

no guides, no rules

face to face with life finally

ominous words surround me

the black line grows

 

it's not as black as that of the muses

no dead children, no executioners

let's face it, i'm in no danger

of truly following in their footsteps

i'm not nearly as important

and yet the black line widens

 

like the melted waters of the Arctic

what the bears must think...

dark line of death is in your way

drown today or starve tomorrow

take your pick

 

only we don't know any better

feeding off the wrong answers

it's not like we're really in charge anyway

nothing is new

nothing has ever mattered

to the steady approach of the infinite

there's no resisting it

the last chapter is always due

 

15-01-2019

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to the elders

 

you point to the fires of hell

as some cosmic fate that hangs over our heads

you do not know of what you speak

avert your moralising gaze

your prudence is unwanted

leave your children to their own devices

we weren't born to bear your burdens

we weren't created to fix your errors

which we must do nevertheless

 

but you do not own us

our future is in your last breath

we will live it long after you are gone

we will build our own worlds

right your wrongs

tear down your walls

we will find a better way through

and most important of all

we will keep the presence of mind

not to turn into you

we will let our children consume us

and stand tall on our bones

they will know much better than us

what to do when the next dawn arrives

 

but for now they are nothing but a thought

and we are still bound by your past

make no mistake - it will not last

today may be a prisoner of the wars that you fought

tomorrow is not

it will erase your loss

and everything you brought will disappear

leaving us on the ruins

of the world that you set alight

for no reason other than your own

vanity

 

you saw our only home

go up in flames

and gleefully watched it burn

you do not get a say

in what goes up in its place

you do not get a say!

take your hate

take your ignorance and go

you are too late

it is almost a new day

and it will speak in our voice

get with the times

or be forgotten

your choice

 

08-01-2019

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run

 

run

if you mean to escape

the shadows are at your door

if you want to keep seeing the sun

 

run

you are almost out of time

if it falls on you

it's too late

the dawn waits for no one

 

run

and maybe you still can

catch up to the day

but it's getting farther with every breath

 

run

everything is at stake

the shadows are at your heels

the lights are fading away

you miss it, you don't get it back

 

you are given one chance

run now

 

20-12-2018

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the city II

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on photography

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cold light of day

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a new kind of glory

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my body burns...

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the universe knows me too well...

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