In here

mellow light filters
through the stained glass
shadows twist-two-tango
on emerald fields
muted dance of tangled tangibles
on display
I imagine the soft breeze
soothing with nurturing caress
nature and humanity
somehow, always
redeem themselves
(to sin again)
branching
a struggle to keep straight
I hear the birds cheep, airplanes fly
one mocking, the other mimicking
listening with eyes wide open

In here

a cat naps and a dog gnaws at a bone
(without meat)
oblivious of all worries
I lay anxieties
to the length of memories
through the maze
running with fluttering heart
and a crown of thorns
on my head
illuminated by two suns
and a moon on the path
watching trickling blood
mark my past
prayers from faithless
crawl the walls
leaders rise and fall
with god’s of gold
fools of dreams
fools of hope
hopelessly wandering
in this world

In here

windows are windows
doors are doors
nothing flows
in or out
through the four holes
everything stands still
without
a
watch