(a projective poem, partly inspired by “green frontier”)
the eyes of a crowned dull mask change into the ears of an angry rat the foreign that brings a colorful threat a wasteful death to replace myths and idols – to wipe out their trace
and from that ears, like two greedy snakes it blindly starves for the forbidden fruit that patiently ambivalent drug a potentially destructive and estranging plague a strangely looped trap – partly fake
shining redly from the tree the blind greed is deaf enough to see to find...
overwhelmed by question marks feeling insecure but strangely saved within a deeper reliable dark feeding my trust to make me brave
though I'm a coward filled with fears I can't explain that messed up state much too close to painful tears but knowing of our happy fate
confusing life - but what is real the contradictions make me mad splitting up the ways I feel but deep inside I'm still relaxed knowing we will stay together sailing through the changing weather towards...
(watch yourself – it's not alone what is or seems to be on your mind but it's your mind watching itself and what is on itself while guessing the world or its self)
I find myself in a foreign place – nebulous a realm where symmetry rules my thoughts by mocking pareidolically I see patterns but I search for meaning finding only projections of my self my past and coming days to happen right before my eyes but staying unrecognized profoundly misunderstood speaking mysteriously in tongues of any unknown left in-between there is no...
exploring vivid inner worlds in one space of different times suggesting an experience by projecting outer words that images had led to rhymes prestructured by a presensed chance overwhelming with details as natural fragments gave birth to well confused traces of self as symbols of a life that fail to hide connections with my earth and sky, my heavens and hells
and their paralleled course from the same imaginative source
straying through some kind of garden remembering the path I came until I meet a hybrid warden revealing new parts of some same
I was found by a connection of unknown hidden tendencies that made up a pure selection by guiding me through what agrees with a meaningful distraction within realms a closed eye sees like a wood of felt-out trees
of a sense hard to discover by trying guessing in old ways I was changed - began to hover above the roots of ancient days when the winds were getting rougher...
a meaning rose – too complex to hold carried by dynamic structures which chose oddly folded ways to unfold reflecting the new out of the old repeatedly transformed to a rich psyche pulsing into a cosmic hitch presolved within a dark and cold universal glitch just to grow on out of clay
strange delusions, strange delight sometimes winning when we stop to fight changed conditions, truth revealed getting answers to feel getting healed coming closer, feeling sense strange creation of new fluid plans strange perfection leads ahead reassembled perfect spread
overcoming my defense giving in to chanced coincidence liberation of letting go what comes back is felt to know what comes back is sure to know
clear confusion, glowing sight growing within a strange night ...