Under the influence of friendship straight lines dance randomly

Imbalances,

Imbalances

And every two minutes

We lose one to the western devils

And every two minutes

We lose one to our eastern selves


Far from where it hurts

Friends come around

Drops go down,

Nerves are numb

Pains are gone

Balance lost 

And we begin to walk:


We walk

To dry riverbeds

Where humor and disagreement talk,

Trust and freedom play

Pain and pleasure sing,

Routine and love dance,

And color and politics paint together.

We walk

To stormy peaks 

Where form and content merge

Fiction and lecture fuse

Humor rules.


Wearing fancy smells

We say fuck you to logic

And to all branding and brands 

And  we reach balance
 Of moment and kiss

Of kiss and tomorrow,

tomorrow and death,

In one frame,

In one breath.


And at last, when we can’t even walk, 

We dive 

Naked 

Into the silence of the lake;

We brake 

The calmness of the night 

and by the time we are dry,

and by the time we are awake,

hypocrisy, boxes of distraction, guilt, headache.


To all my dear friends
for casting light on what’s beyond logic,
August 2021.


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