Unheimlich (und) schön

Written word.

Looking through.

Looking through the glass
leaves me shivering
heart tripping
scared
that in the meantime
the picture might have
changed
from the unknown to the
unwanted
from dream to nightmare to reality
from faceless movement
to a face
your face
moved
by the newly discovered
the freshly devoured
the face of a stranger
I know so well
a face
that no longer sees me
a face
that I cannot unsee
looking through the glass
as through a looking glass
shattered
waiting for the rabbit
to tell me
that it’s time to go
for we have run out of time.

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Für euch.

Für meine Freundinnen:
danke.

Fürs Handhalten und Kopfkraulen.
Fürs Ausweinen und Mitlachen.
Fürs Handyanlassen.
Fürs Zuhören und Ratgeben.
Fürs Bescheidsagen und Nachfragen.
Für Mut zum Anfassen.

Und konkreter:
danke, ihr Superfrauen.

Fürs gemeinsame Älterwerden,
einander Bestärken
und sich ohne Worte Verstehen.

Fürs gemeinsame Durchboxen,
einander wieder Aufhelfen
und dreckig drüber Lachen.

Fürs gemeinsame Versacken,
einander Vorschwärmen
und sich aneinander viel mehr Erfreuen.

Fürs gemeinsame Hürdenbezwingen,
einander Anfeuern
und Meilensteine zelebrieren.

Fürs gemeinsam Sein,
egal wann und wo
egal wie und immer so,
als wär’s gerade eben erst gewesen.

Für Schwesternschaft.
Für Freundschaft.
Für euch.

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Clapham Common to Greenwich Park

Found myself
in Clapham Common
facing the sky
palms up
heart beating
core pouring
out blood
warm life gathering in palms
trickling off along blades
of grass and into the ground
in Clapham Common.

Found myself on the hill
in Greenwich Park
overlooking the river
that separates the pillars
and arcades of knowledge
from the towers
and facades of corruption
resting my head in the damp
grass facing the line in the sky
where time begins and ends
where seconds depart and return
in a matter of a single ray of light
travelling across the river
from the hill in Greenwich Park.

Found myself floating
up and down the river passing
bridge after bridge after
pier after pier after
leaving Greenwich Park and
water tickling my palms
travelling back in time
down to Clapham Common.

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