What are you? Who are you?
Fixed object in space - am I ?
I wonder, a thing to be considered
as round or soft, or swollen
in the river, drifting up and down
with the tide, edging along the beach
and the mudflats.
Fixed object in space - am I ?
I wonder, a thing to be considered
as round or soft, or swollen
in the river, drifting up and down
with the tide, edging along the beach
and the mudflats.
You are my universe:
the way the stars are structured.
I catch glimpses of myself
through colours in the air
as you light up the dark
of rainy weather
and all that gathers there.
Fear surrounds the body
Of the Other
And of me.
I’ve lost myself
When my body
Is not my own,
Does not make sense.
Direction changes
Up or down
Or moving forward.
Who drives
This breath-like machine?
Loving me or him
Or nobody
Or something else
Alien
Other
Unknown.
