Furthest out on an islet where the sea wets the rocks
stands the struggle to protect thoughts from observation


Darkened rests the Path - Darkened rests the eye

Burning the words.


Lifting my gaze,
beaten it drags down to stay


One friendfreed…
as weary glitter is useless


One lovefreed…
as polished glitter is ridiculous




Later on touching the dust fallen a deserted cabin floor,
in borrowed night camp, torn apart and embracing Nothing

Darkened rests the Gard - Darkened rests the woods


The War clutches.





Listening,

hear stillness wander over this forest lake
when sun-reflected moon gleams in the oars


Standing taken from lust, staggering,
in brightened summer night in front of inner shy thoughts


Pulling in my weights, threatening,
in darkened summer night where all Answers keep asking


Dragged into Life and marked again


Into clarity and mist poured


Hatred so strong that it refuses to take its hold;
to take feet on the shore down by the ten rivers