…in the water I need wine
pour it red as viscous blood,
pills to swallow for the hollow people,
I am one, too hurt of follow…

my arms are roots that seek salvation
in the cold, the dirt, the mixture
in the mirrors,
how could be an ugly Sun a king forever
in the winter of my mind
frozen are the leafs and frozen all belief
I linger
sculptured in the paintings from another time,
remember
burning in the skin when pressured
and visions of a thousands skies with stars that move so fast together
I have seen, was not alone
a heavy head raining glimpse and thoughts…

driving west to Paris at the wheel of riot hearts
with atomic dreams in black and white
and shadows always close behind,
I struggle…
in the horizon of my founding self I wander as a fallen light
spinning chaos in the deepest dark,
moments to the dawn when the journey did begin…