Resort Recline
Saturday, January 13th, 2007You need to keep a balance,
but this isn’t, not at all.
Towards the sun
the rage is biting
Pull of the moon
hope is roofless
Less questions, more
satisfaction. Go,
I am, Continue, I will.
the conception and the coffin,
the sum, the whole, a peace,
a rush. A BALANCE, kept
regardless of your effort. When
you die, it WILL feel like
birth, your first-born
breath fills and fills and fills,
you are free, now and then
and tomorrow, recline as
you exert it all. No answer,
keep the questions, fly the
planet, you’ve got the keys.