I wanted to
Reset
beauty
And surface
For once
Start over
Not minding public
opinion
Cut it down
to its roots
To allow life
To grow
Anew
In its place

like a room without
colour or
perspective
no corners
no shades
no beginning
and no end
just random pegs
and light
onto which our threads
can be attached
for a moment
resembling something
contours
of a set
creation

there is a pain
in the abdomen
as if
a sneaking suspicion
is trying to raise itself
to the conscious self
something was hidden
a long time ago
or maybe only last week
it hurts now
it wants out

If I look closely
at our electric lights
they, too, flicker
I sense the changing current
tonight

On my way here
I met a worm
and I lifted it up

out here
the trees are buried
in time's salty dunes
and on their graves
overlooking the Western Sea
are flowering heather
as tall
as the once mighty
towering oak
now dwarved

and the worm now slithers
right below their leaves

inside
this fever
I try
to collect thoughts
like pebbles
with my gigantic mittens
and they transform
become birds
or butterflies
and I sink
into rubbery dreams
where my limbs
are like threads
in a spider's web

Those dark spots
had always been there
always intrigued him

He imagined them
to be islands
where he could go
in his dreams
and her white skin
would be endless beaches
in the sunlight

But they disappeared
with her
and were gone for years
he had nearly forgotten
until today

Those dark spots
appeared again
under a different light
away from the sun
and his dreams
the islands were cold
like the fluorescent light
and her lips

The sea had gone dry
like  her eyes had no tears
and they begged of him
to give them his
for old times' sake