Night falls spent and wakes the Morning Star,
The world’s a wheel which around us flies.
Time’s a ribbon, thin and stretched too far.
Dreams wash upon the weir as water shoots off the bottom.
In the air the cheeping of chicks – the scent of elderberry blossom.
The song beyond is real, don’t close your eyes.

The East is fertile as the womb of your mother
As we pass through the day that turns into morning
Do we walk alone or is there another?
The pulse in your temple ticks away so silent
A sign the sun will shine above the horizon
Cast open your eyes and cast off your mooring

Now the sun shines over the heads of the skyscrapers
The sky gleams gold between each leg
Honey drips from the hive, the world licks its fingers
Processors hum and warm up eternal features
Dens of clay cool down nocturnal creatures
Basking in the heat, for shade we beg

Life is written on a Möbius strip
But code is missing, the paper is torn
In love we find what’s skipped
In water broke from the womb, pouring outside
Time worn smooth swims against the tide
We all went through this once, when we were born

They say the conflagrations
Across the planet
Quiet on command
Listening to the rain.
From that day forth
Choosing between two evils
Out of the blue
My pulse skyrockets.
Every single thing
In existence
Holds to the Center
Listening to the thunder.

Though the Earth is gorgeous
I can’t catch my breath.
But I’ve got a plan
To fire up my rockets.
Fly home.

Again tonight I comb my hair and tie
It back. Attracted to the light
It gets lost and tangled in my hair
And flutters like a leaf. You came to say
I sleep alone?

When we were together
Moths even seemed bigger
They flew at us like birds
Smacking the lamp with monstrous wings.
I`ll never see something so big,
Yet I’ll sometimes hear
The howl pulsing through the air.

When we cut the lights, they’d watch us and stare
With those eyelids of theirs unblinking…

There are three great sorrows in this world
Three great sorrows and no one knows
How to avoid these great sorrows

The first sorrow: I do not know where I will die.
The second sorrow: I do not know when it will be.
And the last one: I do not know where I will end up in the other world

That’s how I heard it in the song Let’s leave it at that
Let’s leave it as the song sings Let’s manage
To grab anxiety like a doorknob and enter…

I asked the moon
If it knew
Why so many poems had been written about it.
It didn’t answer me.
And I looked at it
And I knew.

I asked the sun,
If it knew,
Why so many poems had been written about it.
It didn’t answer me.
And I looked into the distance
At many, many golden sheaves of wheat
And I knew.