Ascending Fall

Unless you have a secret I cannot trust you-
a glass is easily broken
especially when it drops-
even if your eyes are clear.

There is always a floor waiting for you;
your fall is so delicate-
you spread and sprawl-
so smooth and gentle…

There are times when you confuse up and down…
There are times when the fall seems an ascent…
There are times…

Impeccable are the words uttered in such cases
turbulence is the definition of these places
in a whirling came the faces
during the time of useless chases…
At the castle there is a high tower.
Behind the locked doors there is a whipping soul.
Underneath the door whispers are spilled down the rocky moist stairs.
There are black long hair dancing with the wind-
hanging from the open window-

There were times…
There were times when the fall seemed an ascent…
There were times when you confused up and down…

The eyes are looking down-
There is a blue black sky with countless stars;
ready to devour the ones in restless mood.

There is motion.
An eagle is flying around the tower…
A goat is chasing a bull around the castle…
A snake is sleeping while wings are growing on its shiny body…

Gravity is for those chained on reality.
Longing for the fall the sun is kissing the moon,
the Dark Lady is always around -the key is inside her- falling and rising.
A never ending cycle…time is an illusion.

25/10/05