How the space in between the teeth is enough to conquer an ever spinning world.

It is known to everybody

Good things always

In the bottom shall stay

Filling all the narrow corners

And taking up the lesser space.

That is why I hunt my breath at night

Making different calculations

About how I can split space

Either in seven, four or three pieces

Pushing myself to fit

In the tightest hole of a huge gap.

Fortunately, 3 of my ancestors watch from above

And one is still thinking of me from afar,

Planting in my mind roots and steam

Building my muscles from within

Firing up my breath.

That is the moment that I take one more step,

This is why I know I belong in another race

Which fits the narrow space

But is breaking its way

Conquering all that seems to flow

Since it is narrow minded.

Abbreviations that switch my mind set

Soon are kicked back and I seek

To drive the water within my sweat

Which drops down to the narrow space,

Narrow enough to fit eternity.

Although sometimes being too tired,

I lay and sleep

In my daughters small embrace.

 

24 October 2014

Tacloban- Philippines

Dream Cafe

Immortalizer

Then, the shout was heard

“Quick, bring me forth

The immortalizer, the one.

For the night tree

Has finally given birth

To the real moon

Beneath the iron moulded sky”

And after a great silence

Covered the previous noisy oasis

As a pick-pocket bereft

The gift of sound from the world.

Then, the shout was heard again

“Quick you fools and unworthy

Servants of men.

 Bring forth the one

Who can stop time, it is his time.

To blow immortality into

This dying flesh,

For the night tree

Finally has resurrected light,

And after,

A great silence was spread again

As if a frozen wind

Took over the tongues of humans

And subordinated nature

Amputating all from the privilege

Of sound and whisper.

Then, for the third time

The shout was heard:

“Quick, or I will curse you,

The moon has started withering,

It is bright, yet short its’ life is,

The night tree is on fire by

The flame of the enlightened ball.

Send me the immortalizer

Or else the next one million years will be submitted

Into darkness and pain.”

And after,

Not much after a century’s time

An unborn kid emerged

Of the dirty oasis water

And thus it had spoken

Violating the silence:

“Dear Lord,

Don’t you know that

The immortalizer, mortal himself,

Was deceased

Choked by a hope

That sprung within his neck

Guiding him to immortalize

His pitiful self.

Now he is laying cold and still

Below the night tree.”

Thus, the child had spoken.

And after,

There was silence

For a million years. 

Tacloban- Philippines

13.07.14