Out of the bones of the living

Out of the bones of the living
Has wound invisible the larva of my soul.
Where creeping unstoppable between their spirits
And burned the death
Out of them.

Towers of old cities, embedded in temples and walls,
Surrendered to me.
And I gave them life,
Blasting fiery red stones to leaves
And blossoms.

And as I conquered the glass stairways of the heaven,
I overcame the beauty
And destroyed the light of the stars
To mist
Of dreams.

And as I recreated of my beauty,
My freedom
And my soul

I was Myself.

To stone

 From the sea
- Licking at the shores -
Round,
Angular,
Smooth grindet,
Silt up
The dust of the universe,
The life of the stars
To earth,
To pepples,
To stone.

Dust,
Woven to rocks.

Icarus

Death
Blood
Broken wings


Blinding light.
Singeing heat.
Sunrays become wheels of fire
And are burning the skin.

Like wilt leaves,
Broken strings,
Shattered times:
Falling.

Unstable
Turning over.
Staggering through the timelessnes.
A lonely tear, which is dispersed

By the wind.
Headlong
Into the nothing.

High in the sky the scream
For eternity!

Then darkness.
And only one single ray of the sun
Comes through it and sees

Death,
Blood,
And broken wings.