An Adandoned Now





The night is dark and I am caught
By rain and snow, my hands in knot
My heart is stone, my nerves are roped -
Blind roped, and there is no stop!

My hand are run, my no is yes
My skin is turn, and burns my...

Winter Fugue


Don't keep me up all night, my soul, don't keep me up all night
Under the breeze and falling snow my hands for you do part
My lips for you do part, my soul, in the most welcomed night
The most welcome night is laying silent at my thighs
Lying silent, like a grave steeping itself in me
In me, so I become the night layering in me
Layering in me like waves and sediments of touch
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Gypsy with a Tambourine by Alois Hans Shram



Little bare feet are stomping
Beating the ground in trance
Little swarthy feet, dark like the wood of the tambourine
Feet that are used to run unprotected
And cover the life fire with hot ash
And the rhythm is beating, beating itself
Like happiness, like...

Turmoiled Nights

I had this sense of dismemberment - night after night
When the time is not going nor staying - fight after fight
Fight after fight and in bearing - wound for wound
Not counting more, nor remembering - down the road.

Running in the night and mist and cold - my hair blowing
My arms - wings to be taken and to be stolen
My legs and knees to be broken, down the road
And in the trance of remembrance - are to be known.
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I've got oceans under my skin
Salty and wavy and deep and moving
Whirlwatering and waterstreaming
Through the periscopes of my eyes
Through the caves of my surface
Unsettled waters, wild waters
Bright waters, white waters
Pulling in dark waters
Surfacing stark waters
Bubbling under my skin
Turning to wherein
Carrying me on their foam
Thrusting me - mighty and roaming
My surface is a bridge over them
My...