OMENS OF A NEWBORN MILLENNIUM

Man of today is no one
     everyone
Faces are surrogates for souls;
annihilated
by the names we worship
replaced
by the days we live

Death is awake
in
     our earliest memories

Our friends will have to
wait
until we become brave
     daringly humane
almost mirroring
God himself
God tends to be true
     to the self

Follow only a few dreams
It is impossible to break through
the actual reality
World myths remain

Fantasies of truth are true enough
Transfigured by eternity:
- cycles of ages
resurrect the dead

time and time
     and time

     again
Time
transforms bones to fiery wind

Remember the questions found
halfway between
mythical moments
and pragmatic anaesthetic replies

     We all bury our secrets
     under stones

Once we lived fiercely

The drug of entertaining wears off
Now we transcend
through
     balanced budgets

The search for unconditional love
becomes a walk
to find oneself

Instead we find a near-life-experience;
     bewildered fantasies of change

We live without grasping
that death always lurks
around
     dawn

Wash your heart clean from beauty
- it was all just for show

Nothing

is an empty day
     as long as
     nothing is repeated

The autumn moon
carries us to our windows
writing wonderful goodbye letters

When drenched in time
we travel      to great moments

which we later
forget
     Nothing can be known

Reality
has got a bad heart
but a direct contact with the sun

The strong self produces
aggressive visions
     of loving

We drink the tonic of war
but make love to traditions

Death will eventually be
yours
Death will really never be
yours

The final violence
will fail
by becoming benign

Depression fades into passion
     We are failing to perceive vast intervals

     of always

It is simply what we call life

Find the movement that accompany numbness
Stay there

Listen