A separate road

You wanted to be born to a snail
wanted to travel slowly
in an opposite act that finds peace in every breath
later as an exemption
To avoid running yourself hoarse
wishing your innermost way through gravel filled longing
without seeming goals
where the sun in sensible steps
is widening you.


Nature and Landscapes


Beyond escape

It was that burning love
the devouring thirst
without the slightest attempt at mastery, she dragged herself further
The desire was fueled
would climb any mountain,
to overcome the monster’s power and fan
no compass would find the unpleasant throw’s delight
like the liberation of guilt when the day is dried away
and the bones greedily follow their dream
beyond escape.

Face of eternity