
It is complicated
I know what I see
but do you see
what I see
so we can argue

It is complicated
I know what I see
but do you see
what I see
so we can argue

It grew naturally
bending to the light
was cut off straight
and later painstakingly
bent in place

I don’t want to do it
but I will draw you
how you were
and how you now are
not that you will ever look at it
but
just for my own sanity

I ordered uneven sizes
of panels
for building walls
and what have you
I planned how to use them
but not how




Any thought system in me
has a function
but the truth is
you don’t need any of them

I was wondering
what keeps you together
because just the parts
and the sum of it
fall short
it should not work
but I understand now
you cling on to reasons

I wanted to know the volume
of your thoughts
so I measured it all up
and calculated it
but then I talked to an acquaintance
of you
and learned that you are never
more than half full

It is fascinating to see change
happen
not in real time
but drawn out

I overlaid myself
on an old technical drawing
of myself
just to see

If you drift aimlessly on the wide open sea
a storm rocking your world around
sitting indoors and not be aware
eyes closed you living inside
the movements gone
a silence for now
but do you dare
to open your eyes
and go up there where rain
cold and wind might wake you up
showing you the world you expected
or one that you for long have forgotten

I want to warn you
that at any time
I can grab your feet
and pull you down
I hope this will make
the landing
of your face
on the floor
less painfu…
less surprising
maybe even
welcoming

my memory has gotten worse
over the years
I remember that
it was better years ago

I think in 3D
In a 2D world
My main job
is conversion

I have to say goodbye to someone
who does not know
and that is the problem
we will work together
a few more months
I will praise
condemn
a normal day
I will live in limbo
and he in bliss
honesty can never win

Kant says 2 + 3 = 5
In a hundred pages of
German nonsense
It is what we need
but not a how
a duplication

Where is reality
a search for ground
while lying in bed
you can look between the stars
or for nothing
between the atoms
nowadays they escape
roming used markets
repainting
what is old