Abstract:
And (why?) thus, is all I know so far.

the *question
which is never easy to ask
has an *answer which
is never easy to swallow

between introduction and conclusion
lies a happy marriage
of one jolly void and one fuzzy wish list
via (this) credibility and (that) validity
of all the methods jammed in a
rainbow of paradigms and databases

a qualitative doubt
vs a quantitative solution
critiqued to death
is not always a one way topic
but the only way forward
(to prove!)

I can smile but
I am not allowed to fear
nor like,
nor hate,
nor presume,
nor love my finding
although I desperately cling to
a forbidden bias
(reference this!)

passion is a dangerous domain
(I googled it)

with spring juice running through my veins I jump red lights

wind rushes over my lips

I pass churches with empty altars

deserted parks

the white noises of the morning

a half  loaded gun in

a tired of waiting hand

the city is agitated like a dog tied

outside a corner shop

and I drive through its roads

with no name

filling my lungs with colours

I once saw in a love movie

smiling in my day dreams with you

crossing through fields of panic

through all the signs pointing

towards nothing

and everything

without the moon the sky is an unknown co-ordinate
an xyz thrown between time and space
a telephone without tone
we use to talk to each other
in our free minutes
between our lives and our deaths

without the sun I am an anonymous verse
a genius with a badge and no shadow
a continuous coming and going
between two flickering points
on some old map of the universe
where everyone is
searching for their treasure

without you I have no noise
without noise I cannot sleep
without sleep I cannot dream
and without dreaming
without dreaming this poem does not exist