Bridges are no riches
anymore, they don't offer space
but rush

over my head, they separate
people and confine them
to an island without energy

a void that exhausts me
and that I cannot fill
with the contacts I make

over all the bridges
with which I make shift
for lack of time

to go out the door
and explore my island
a while without agenda

having casual conversations
and meet neighbours
who I can touch

Beyond the Gateless Gate
I gave my stuff away –
homeless I roamed under Pisces
in the sky, their time is a long
time on the clock of the earth

The cities were founded quickly
in Aries' short hour –
but Aquarius, your centuries
are still far in the future
after the strong men

You and I don't wait anymore
we are ahead, in our meantime –
which cannot be otherwise, changes
take place gradually, even
what dominates is only partially there

Now we have some stuff again
and we no longer roam, we are –
stronger than the strong men
water carriers for each other, at home
beyond the Gateless Gate