[poem] Paths in sobbing Mirrors

[outori]

(07. august 2005)

Here he comes, the dream Lord,
shaking my walls
breaking my strategies of defence
and catapulting my raised arms from hence.
Exposed I am
with nothing I remain
when he leaves again.
It makes me wanting to act without moving
It makes me wanting to live without proving
the very existence of Death.

O but here she comes, the death Queen
collapsing my thought-constructions
She give me taste like bitter lemon
o sour and sweet smell of violet venom
dripping from higher crown into my veins.
Know that I am to cleanse
All of my, all of my life she means.
She leaves now leaving me behind
All those tears in mirrors I am trying too hard to find.
Let me go, I’m done with things around
and still and still to them I’m bound

Thus I remain once more
on sinister light’s shore
still and again yearning and longing
for feelings they keep forming.

By sending them into my weakened mind
They strengthen me in a way I hardly can find.

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