a contemplation #2

in the endeavor to subdue
the darkness inside,
you found the source
of the external light.

but when you point this light
directly into your eyes,
the surrounding gloom
is getting viciously thicker.


eternal #10/the interval between two and one

it takes two to tango,
two robotic hands to play ping pong.

two options to make a choice
incidit in scyllam cupiens vitare charybdim.
then you make the choice
and left with one

one vortex to be sucked in
and only one stream to drift away
into the day

one lane to drive into the night

the void,
that fills the time between the two heartbeats
is one too.

one life.
one death.

one God.


(doesn’t exist)