half woman half animal spectre
kinda walking bright space
i had an enormous view into it all
into clusters of eerie atoms glittering
ascended and descended
abysmal holes, so dark
i feel so far from it now
so far away from it now
and as the mother turns...
warm palm oil in my hand balms
my hands have six fingers each
quiet, still, suddenly wide awake
time travelling, old, grey and dying
...unnoticeably into the father
the dream had turned into another
first rays of light in the green lake
we always know, how to get back up
to the surface
half man and half animal spectre
like a boy with a horses body
hiding hunters shot me in the back
and my tired lungs slowly fill with blood