an anatomy of the meatball – the dialectic of bread and butter
two sides – one reflection
and the desire is to see what is behind the curtain.
losing faith is a cause for concern.
and Freud finally met his Moses on the other side.
and Zarathustra had nothing to say
we are united by the marching step of cattle, and not by our super ego.
searching for rubies with a candle in the corners,
but find only bread crumbs.
When the winter is over, –
a spring will come, and maybe
summer at once.
You’ll ask me: “Will it always be like that?”
and I’ll answer: “No, there is nothing eternal in the Creation.
Everything once comes to an end, –
sooner or later. ”
“Fool, don’t be a smart ass as always”, – you’ll say, –
“I’m talking about spring, and you’re already buried the summer!”
After a thousand strokes of
a universe will change.
There won’t be me or you anymore,
and our place will be taken
by other you and me
so similar to us,
yet not knowing the smell
of the foam in which
Aphrodite was born
And the sea will whisper –
and the sun will warm
air is entering the body with every inhalation
air is coming out with every exhalation
yet you’re no longer the same before that inhalation
you’re no longer the same before that inspiration
so does she or he
they are also no longer the same as before
and now –
to the next breath-in-and-exhale
and so on an so forth
till the end of the days
breathe in and out
and yet, you can’t stop for a moment
to take a breath
three hours was not enough
to save the silence
inside cold concrete
to cling to the wall
to pour out sand into the sea
to clench conscience in one’s fist
to hide one’s temple behind a vein
salt is itching in the skin of a palm
the lines of life have gone astray
if you did not find the master
you won’t find any slaves
life from troubles to turmoil
is measured by rusty scales
why do we need minutes
if we don’t keep the count of time