I move in between walls and dreams in silence,
arrivals and departures
Tangled in questions of the new world, identity, self,
preaching and cosmology
I feel bright and mundane at the same time
Sometimes embodying gods and goddesses
Sometimes just being
Understanding and smiling at missing parts,
unsettled forms and ideas
Reevaluating, with an inclination towards closeness
Abandoning tradition for primitivism
Finding global perspectives, in fascination
and at the same time disintegrating through
this metropolitan experience
Menace of hybridisation seems to be the circumstance of life
Perhaps not noticing any other systems and lucidly sensing
from the spine

always wanted little
always needed that favourite mind.
so eagerly, justice…
fresh air
a golden robe, and
some wine.

always drowning
always relating…
walking towards the fiery light
in such beauty to come out bright.

I am standing still, looking up and thinking
– how in life nothing stands alone without being
connected to something else.
There is always a connection. And always a change.