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raised hair
music coming from a dream
could have been from anywhere

clarity rumbles gently
under pressure
thoughts chocking
with the measure of a heartbeat

he said
if you’re not busy living
you must be busy dying

i wonder
if all could be solved
without the relentless ticking
of the feelings-bomb

if there’d be a solution or more
for recovering
all the discarded
i used to adore
replacing forgotten moments
with nowness and awe

an answer
bringing me
to myself

i haven’t asked anything though
so reflecting
i wonder
if going deeper into the hole
makes anything worth it
turns broken to whole
or if it’s all worth nothing at all




crippled magic


magical floating emotions
cornered lights
lighting corners
dusty surfaces of a
shared illusion of mind
covering sheltered feelings
looking for darkness
instead of scavanging for light
close your eyes and come in
seeing, saved for the those
without sin
echoed laughter
hearing, saved for those
crippled by tormented musical notes
sandy feathers lashing over
racing hearts
bursts of tears
feeling, saved for those

in shadows

of fears