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