Evening

Datum 27.08.07

Evening

One evening in the middle of the night
I stood sitting on my chair
And left my hand resting while i was typing
Words in buttons and air
With a feeling of no-feeling-at-all.

Behind me I am surrounded
By a huge crowd of a few people
Who keep on singing while they're Talking.

I packed my mind into a nutshell
Flew away on my bare feet
And flitted quickly standing still
Until the last sound reached my ears.

Urged to believe the things I knew,
My mind revolted against my self
With swords like feathers made of clay
We unified both, night and day.

Like a sketch in shiny colours
With a frameless ceiling all around
Am I searching what I've hidden
From myself I'm strictly bound

standing up, still sitting down.

Going straight lines on a squared circle.

Leaving