XI
I’ve always thought I’m separate
that instead of one there are three in the world:
flora, fauna and the human
Like an unstable weather
like a soiling landscape
like unleashed hounds run without control
I am
without control
like a sea
one needs to be careful around
or a tumbleweed
that runs away in the wind
or a friend
who rarely calls back
I’ve always thought I’m separate
that instead of one there are three in the world:
flora, fauna and the human
Like a dilapidating wall
or a gate that flickers open
like fire that spreads
or unfinished children’s play
like blocks that have been dropped on the floor
I’m an unfinished play
Flora, fauna and the human
the nature takes care of its owns
or does it though?
One for all and all for one
Flora, fauna and the human
one
for only one
nobody
for no one
Those, who claim
that words do not matter
can try it themselves:
to be one
doesn’t mean the same as
to be alone
Flora, fauna and the human
could be one instead of three
words matter
to be one
doesn’t mean the same
as to be alone
Flora, fauna and the human
to be one instead of three
flora, fauna, the human
to be three
and then be left alone
or
flora, fauna, the human
to be one
but never alone