Climbing up stems and stalks, the cicada basks in the night. Up and down plants in wild colours. Buzzing in the night. Across the glassy grass a tent is erected by man. Slow and steady.
With a pillow and a warm place to lay, he unzips his skin, sets free the spirits in his bones. They burst through the tent in a poof and a cloud.
As the inner parts of man rise above, the cicada connects to its network below. Shrouded in art, its wires weave and surge towards the tent, connecting the mind of man to nature.
His thoughts could barely be translated.
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Won't you satisfy my divine fear, that the oaf named coy will soon be near
A Dreamlike Duality
Sitting still, a bridge undercover at night,
Spies on water flowing freely below,
Has such a different gaze under daylight,
The full extent of this change we’ll never know.
Two tender lovers preciously alike,
Locking eyes and forgetting all else,
Sing and laugh as birds over the bridge on bike,
Yielding a long winding path for wedding bells.
But the city sweeps the cherry-red leaves,
Away, away every day at earliest morn,
In this way the pigmented story always weaves,
For on fresh earth new endings are always born.
On the morning bus grandmama awaits,
On the night bus the sorority sisters pray,
To see all her children at the stop of fate,
For the price of rendered love to go away.
But the gulls, the bats, and the fireflies,
They travel with the water.
Between them seeing everything that happens day and night.
On no bus or bike or bridge shall they bother.
Why do they continue to fly?
Dream
I took my sister out to see the joy of nature.
The camps were set up instead
Black-coated figures rode in on everything
Beating heart castles in purple thorny walls.
They found me and that was it
They sent angels from my past to reckon my obedience
I had none to give
I slipped down to the base of the pit of the worlds basin
And swam off onto the sunset back to my home.
They found me and that was it
I jumped into the basin and scaled the purple spiky walls
I saw the beating castle heart and could not resist getting closer
A spare key let me to a storage room
Strewn out in the corner is brief respite
But the people they keep coming
I found a knife now
No choice
In the base of the neck
Safety guaranteed at any cost
In craze
Friend enter
Stabbed dead
I lie down
Crushed against purple thorns
God have me
Layering
Had a dream where I was told sorry
I thought I needed forgiveness
Neither are really true
But in a clearer state of mind I can reflect
Ripples in the pool of mercury dampen
Shed my overtones and hum my mortal chord.
Spotlight
Why have a drink when you can drown?
Light up the sky with your ceiling low
Avoid stranger contact in the street.
Stranger is the colour of the man’s eyes you seek.
Low tunnel west under the earth you walk.
Paralytic lights fall down upon your pulse.
No-beat heart cry in self conquest.
The light of day strange and metallic.
As the ferrous sky pumps air to ganglia.
Leave tunnel seek eyes.
Blood sky burst forth.
Birth day from hole of night.
Lights shine escape through scroll of naught.
I need you to take a step.
But why drink when you can drown.
Watching You Watching Me
There’s a camera that follows you into your dreams.
You’re having a small nice little dream.
And when the time is right a little white box with a big black eye shows up.
And you know it’s back to spy.
And you can’t do anything but wave.
Maybe don’t acknowledge.
Makes sure no one can imagine the world in such a different light.
Catalan
Arid night camp scene astray
Sleepy widow to life caught by May
On the picture screen calm showing aplomb
She asleep he holding seat tight
In gentle slumber project to the night
Fire dead but charcoal formed
Project to the screen desire unadorned
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In slumber words beg to enter
Sent far afield, boomerang back marked “return to sender"
Love,
Steffen
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