addicted to lies

broken mirror, black water,

crumpled desire in its narrow box

of guilt and other treasured trash

you cannot part with;

music composed in haste, 

with a taste of “as it had never been” 


it’s two o’clock:

new words on her lips taste like honey;

there’s only one direction to go,

he laughs, staring at his face

in the night’s mirror:

the reflection is a hollow skull.


worlds within worlds

worlds within worlds

islands of light in oceans of timelessness

clusters of lives that we could have lived

or maybe we lived and do not remember

all layered in the mind

slowly rotating, folding, unfolding -

honey seeping through corridors

like empty blood vessels

taking us to the secret gates of more unfathomable worlds;

maybe one day we’ll be able to move

from this life into a parallel one

crossing bridges of dreams

passing through labyrinths made of butterfly wings -

maybe one day

silence and words

will spiral into perfectly shaped stars.


light will prevail

colours and shapes

light and shadows

there where words stumble and fall

there where order collapses

in the cauldron with icy flames

there where voices choke in agony

and muted screams become once again

blinding light and sirens’ songs…



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