Thought’s shape shifting stories May bewitch your morning glories. Listen to them closely though: Beware of what your fear will show. Their torment, even their carress Will haunt you nonetheless. They blind you, make you see Your bonds and set you free. They wash over...
A play of twitching words Appears like singing birds: Growing, swelling, ever moving – Dwindling, fainting, softly soothing. Chaotic it may seem, Like a broken sungod’s beam When it hits a crystal sphere And bursts into a million tear. Your mind can never grasp;...
(N)Euer Senf – mittelscharf, wenn’s geht