IV Elements — Space
Just landed
Material
Surface
Earth
Universe
Where chemistry
And Gods
Meet
We stand, we are
We lay, We roll
Wherever
In every direction
No reference
We say, we know
Waves come
And go
The satellite
Determines
The One
…
Two
None
Seventy nine
There’s something inner
about cosmic things
And also something cosmic
about inner topics
Every in is about an out
And I am sorry to say
Every out reflects an in
How many sides?
Right here
If I move
Is it relevant?
Where would I go?
Would I reach stardust?
Would I hit asteroids?
Giving a step
Is traveling in time
Trip is Tic
Tic Tac
Trip Tac
My eyes
Are they ready for the deep dark blue?
With the million white light spots
Small and smaller,
With a little bit of fuchsia blur,
Some violet vapour,
And eternal silence?
Silence.
Obsession
Dimensions and proportions
How would I be sure?
Still something is missing…
Give me Space
No, really,
I need space.
Far beyond
But that weird feeling…
The body no
The spirit yes
A different experience in course
A no place
A no time
Suspendend
Tattooing a question mark
On the face of certainty
Of reality
Of rationality
Forget about your map
And the others that came before
Turn them upside down
Make in pieces
Who told us
We had the right
To draw lines on the ground
Fake limits on the sea
Impose obstacles in the mountains
And use rivers as divisions
To declare lands
And territories
Belongings
Belong
There is nothing less natural
Than belonging
Nothing less spatial
After finishing this failed draft
Speeding off to Mars!
I trust in the asteroids
I trust in the arid and hostile
Land and air
In the thin and fragile atmosphere
In the strong UV rays
In the sovereign sun
Always our savior
Step in the corner
Put your toe on the sine
Jump hard the cosine
There is always the tangent
To show you the way out
To free you away from majority
And usually where you should go
My spot?
My body.
The places I stay,
Where I go,
Even if I remain,
It’s just borrowing.
Thank you.
I’m giving back
I’m giving back
*I share the second place with the brilliant musician Jemma Furnival in this art competition promoted by Poems by Post. It was lovely. Thank you very much for recognizing and supporting different kinds of artists and, among them me.
