The jungle
Pulled me in again
With full force
Wild vines
Fastened tightly
On my arms and feet
I’m spinning
With the planets
Round the absent Sun
Can you feel
The Eternity
Folding on itself
You're a work of art. Celebrate it.
The jungle
Pulled me in again
With full force
Wild vines
Fastened tightly
On my arms and feet
I’m spinning
With the planets
Round the absent Sun
Can you feel
The Eternity
Folding on itself
You keep telling me
You need a proof
That sky exists
There is no sky
Just atoms bouncing off
One another in empty space
Only a fool would
Argue with this
And yet
In my foolery
I still try to grasp
This no-thingness
And bring you scraps
That somehow didn’t
Fully escape
You picked
A butterfly
Apart
Ran a hundred tests
Under the best
Microscopes
Rolled it round
A few times
In centrifuges
And now you’re telling me
You figured
What life is all about
Mate
This thing
You’re studying here
Is dead
Already
Life
Is entirely
Somewhere else
So you had
A flash of truth
Great
Smile at her
With gratitude
And then hug her
Goodbye already
To create space
For more
Whatever you think
You understand
Is not the thing
You’re looking for
I like your poems you said
But why there’s always some
Suddenly galaxies
Isn’t life enough
To write about
Well
You know
That’s life for me
We’re trying to
Eat lunch together
And then there’s some
Suddenly galaxies
And then I don’t know
Who I am
Or what’s going on
Anymore
With such burden on your shoulders
How will you spread your wings?
Where we are going they’ll give you
Much more than you can ask for
Put down your heavy sack
Full of what ifs
Just in cases
Emergency plans
And raise
Free to fly
Where the Unexpected awaits
To get hold of the treasure
You’ll have to come empty handed
There is a kind of beauty
Found only at near death
Wondering to the desert
With no food or backup plan
There is a kind of wisdom
That only lies on fringes
Far from the common sense
Or any sense at all
There is a kind of people
Who never get bored with this
Pushing the boundaries further
Just for the sake of it
Generations come
And go
In a blink of a thunder
We watch them spiral in hurricanes
From our deck atop
The peak
Of Unexamined
The song of great green macaw
Lures us to jump and
Join the swirling dance
Over and over she screams
What a ridiculous thing
To be alive