Uninhabitable

06 Tuesday Apr 2021

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Dynamic WT-9

Fly high in the night

The forest is

Uninhabitable like your mouth,

And when desire comes to whisper

In the room we reopen the identical wound.

Near an olive tree

04 Sunday Apr 2021

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Nava Waxman

Near an olive tree we shall build our house

In a golden light again

Draw a circle and take me in.

Elohim

04 Sunday Apr 2021

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Elohim

Elohim,

Where do unspoken Tfilot end?

When Ratzon never becomes act

Inaudible to my own ear

Elohim,

Where do agitated dreams end?

When thoughts become overwhelming

Helpless to maintain sense

Elohim,

Where do forgotten values end?

When the surplus escaped understanding

Your endless love shattered all

Elohim,

Where do uncoloured visions end?

When representation is banned

And bodies rarefied

Elohim,

Where do hours of trust end?

When your justice suddenly devastates all

Caving a desert of lies in me

Elohim,

Where do unfulfilled promises end?

When the mirror reflects once own face.

Lightness is precision

02 Friday Apr 2021

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Lightness is precision
Even if we were made as more
There is a virgin forest inside of me
A white landscape
Where you blend into everything

The sun started to release the water from the puddles
Colours return
Lift our sap with spring
For every suffering I was born a bird
In my moments without windows
You always made room in me for reparation

Edge

19 Friday Feb 2021

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Glider, Psalm 107

Scattered shapes suspended in the air

Elongate the storm that is invading me

Slip away and reappear

Unload themselves weigh me down

Divide the days

No refuge in the mirrors

Clouds fringed in shades of white

After the storm the sky opens again

The blue of the sky becomes iridescent

Mingles the top with the edges

Reliefs run height which cannot find its roof

Multiplied elements

Mountainsides wash away memories

In the sky colonies of piloted satellites

Pass through the switch screens of a sleeping robot

This night has slipped over my face

Since this morning every hour has been the same

The fog has formed on the cockpit it’s snowing

The bottom watches the entrances

The doors have been smashed

Freedom in the great mess of the herd

Fuzzy logic is advised

The cracks in the three sided mirror

Prolong the illusion

Green memory

19 Friday Feb 2021

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Color blindness, Mumford & Sons

Our green survives winter
Unchanging progression of small needles
Unhappy and lost without your green
With no relief or hill, no plain or drill
No ocean or torrent
Overpowering feelings in the dark
Not knowing my name anymore

You appear sun appears
Humanity comes back under your innocent caresses
Your kindness appeases all memories

You are the constant memory
You are the new messenger
Of incessant wave of time
Trying to make us fall into an ocean of oblivion
But your endless river always bring us to this moment of eternity.