Before the end…

A flag out in the open,

     a powerful symbol,

a common faith…outshining this confusion.

We were all looking around for such a thing,

     we were all calling out for one unifying gift

Where is it?

             And who’s found it?

I can’t find it… and nobody talks about it.

  A secret search; shameful, sacrilegious

If all these tall buildings were to go

        and we need no more to be free

What do we do then?

I dreamt we were all screaming out of pure ecstasy

            “we’ve found it, we’ve found it!”

people would cry…

an undreamt-of happiness

         proper of madmen

could it be true?

A paralyzed world, frozen in astonishment…

A single instant before we wake up:  and then?

Breathe

Breathe, quite slowly…

as you caress the dim surface

follow the curves, the missing parts

again, were we incomplete

unfinished as anything in time

are you still living this minute?

I cannot blame you,

let’s wait a while… the rain may pass

it’s fine to be weak – fear is homely

that hour may come, later tonight

after so many things have torn us apart

let’s wait, cocoon life

we may soar imperfectly, rottenly

there is no choice;

live this fate

frailly fly soon

when the rain has stopped,

when the soil is dry

so we can take off … again