Just a little away
Drowned in the ocean of words,
The trained devil lived in me
For eons of years.
Old stories, flirted with the new –
An iceberg trained my cotton thoughts,
Stuck in the mountain top, each time as clouds
Until they tore apart.
Lightness masked in light turned into liquid
stiffness,
In depth and width;
Images went into the desert
To look for water.
Silent nameless objects had to listen
To the sandy salty silky mirror
Howling into hollowness,
Reluctant compulsion to form demons
To recognize, recall,
Yet surprised,
How corpses re-appear on the frozen zone!
Loud evil is a live note of being.
Now it ventures with a cracking tune.
The latent talent of needlessness to shape
With ears and eyes alive,
Floating in the air…
Arrive in the clearing.
Out from the jungle of weeds,
Just a little away, though
Neck deep in words.19 August 2014
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