If one of these stones
Were to give way
What keeps us silent
It would open up, like a wound
In which you have to submerge

Sand
You demand in return
For the last rose
Back at home
This evening also wants to be fed

In the name of the first of the three
Who cried out

Politics are the spirit-ual sphere of the modern human
Forever chasing that sense of peace and elation
The golden thing
What can contain
All our rage and devotion

Surrounded by this infinity
Revealing the overwhelming, eternal vitality of the universe, the dark, surrounding audience
Was swallowing the whole of reality
At an impossible rate of speed

Improvisational, suddenly, the silence
The precursor to everything

I realized I had been nothing
Perhaps out of dullness or education
Loosened thoughts and words
Left on leaves somewhere

Fear accompanied by desires
A sky still
Free today
Yesterday missing

Diversity protects the species / we all have flaws
This life lies open
The claim of a goal,
Inanimate and pretensive

Love opens the prison
Now that I am nothing
Stars rushing into us
Luminesce softly at every moment

     — for Agatha