I need to find a place to hide
from aerials and commitments
from the dawdlers their assistans
it is a laissez-faire of our future,
a putting in and taking out,
and we’re not sharing expectations
And so I’ll
be in the vault by the time the clouds burst
and the waves stream to the four winds (ANDERS!)
Dear departed, there’s silver lining to every end:
we'll be much brighter as fragments
Wrong coordinates, false dates and times and anchors
I remember where I started
dateless rhymes and expectations,
coping with the changing weather
between your alphabet and mine
speaking in tongues, but cipher in rhymes
and in the patter we’ll get by
So would you excuse me now for a second?
Could you do without me for a year?
I would love to live the illusion
that there is no more need to be here.
And then I would be no longer, see no longer,
surrendering my defences to you.
And then my head could be
the bare muscle that it once was,
not sharing the same hunger, not knowing your thirst
and all these clouds would finally burst
and open up some space.
So that in the end I can give my absolutions
to each and everyone who shared this ride,
and the tempest would move on
to ruin and reconstruct another soil
In my finest clothes I'd prance around
through all the furrowed fields
of a place where no one ever dared to think
that we are all just dressed in foreign feathers.
I know, I once stated, that I'd seen it all,
but I have to admit that by now
I can tell neither true nor false
And this is what I remember:
I’ve never been more than a collection of bad habits,
(Of) good intentions and distractions.
But for a second there I got you, and made you believe
that I can see a song in everything, that I learned to draw from all capacities
But my secrets have always been carved in the woodwork,
you never got to know me and this is all truth there ever was
this all truth there ever was
so I'm letting go of all my beliefs,
may they sink well together
in the last most reliable source
in these times of changing weather.
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