Monday, April 30, 2012

runner

today I’ll chip a piece of wood
and use the piece to paint the earth
I am so far away from here
just watching my numb body dance

today I’ll chip a piece of glass
and use the piece to split the sun
to color my painting with its light
and to head deeper into trance

smoke is fleeing from my sight
I have turned myself to light
dead flowers grow beneath my feet
return from death and join the beat

today I’ll chip a piece of stone
and use the piece to cast a spark
to set ablaze my piece of wood
to see the fire join my dance

today I’ll chip a piece of me
and use my blood and use my bone
and use my mind to fly away
from this place I can’t call home

smoke is fleeing from my sight
I have turned myself to light
dead flowers grow beneath my feet
return from death and join the beat

today I’ll chip reality
and take a piece to look upon
and throw into my painting then
and go to sleep and carry on

Posted by Gedankenanschläge at 15:47 Comments Off on runner