Why do I believe, that you are
All it takes?
You are that which will break…
I am that which will never find
The love, the strange attractor
Wave of happiness,
A quantum of a smile,
A half-excited state of beauty.
In exile,
Striving to see through fake of
Clever, proper, awful words
It spoke to me, in poetry and flowers.
It wants
To free myself, from me and you and us.
Like broken glass
It splits my wrists to find a golden flow
Of love.
Too slow,
Crash and burn and all that stuff...
I listen to my favorite song,
One amongst the million I've chosen for that role.
I'm hanging on a pole -
A naked soul that cares not,
And shares not,
And dares not,
But swears lots at all your lot...
And I know I will not believe
That you is all it takes,
And you will never break,
And I will always find
The love, the beauty, the spinning glory
In the world as it surrounds me.
Don't you worry,
Don't you dare!
Let me be!
