26.10.14

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

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