a breath

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
sigh
sigh-and-exhale

and yet, you can’t stop for a moment
to take a breath

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Reflection of Nick Drake’s “Three Hours”

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

questions #8

a chaotic map
of roads,
sidewalks,
hidden passages,
roundabouts,
illegal U-turns,
driveways.

and the irony is,
that someone already
walked that map,
before.

and the irony is
that someone already
learned that the pain has
a different grip,
and the blood
has a different taste
in the mouth,
before.

and the irony is,
that someone already
knows what will be
in the end,
before.

but can’t show you
the right way to stop,
and tell you if it
hurts
or
not.