Hamburgian Song

Joy darkness investment of light into abyss

Lifeless forms of existence to conjure lifeless dreams

Beams of light to tear the curtain of reality the dark spot on my chin, the scar on my hand the the shadow of the train to to kiss every item in the train.

Way of life to follow the way of word memories and pains and traumas central to the gap of the mind. Yellow existence something very important comes to mind forgotten obligation middle of the sentence killed before the dot. Hello I say and smile and frown and my face moves to places it has never been.

No you say and I listen someone says, weird and not very usual. Ears are red and a bit shocked too. Ears over mouth over tongue over throat over lungs... too much efforts. It is easier to listen I think. Hey race of this, hey race of that and this again. Big power guy, you are not so big, just a presence at the face of a trouble, a trauma, a war.

Will you ever stop fighting like majority does or you will continue to tire the patience, the elegance of familiar patriarchy, the stubbornness.