If the sky falls down
Will the world still go round
I don't know, I don't know
I don't know

Little

...change of seasoning.

Pepper, please:
Former reasoning.
Throw away~
Logic?
Outcast.
I can see the whole world
If I climb up´
The mast!
I can call anybody -
Yet tumors may creep,
In my membrane.

I open up the curtains
And what is it I see?
A dull sun is smiling
Softly at me

I look out the window
The ground covered with frost
Upon soil and pebble
The warmth this world has lost

I look up at the ceiling
A grey and unseen white
Today is a new day
And I think I just might

Spend it like all others
Strayed by a distant fright
That if I somehow lose aim
My life won't be the same

Sometimes I find
That something comes to mind
Sometime I think
Would it seize if I blink?

Would it drown in my fictive
Imaginations flowing
Or would it keep growing
Would it keep going

Traveling through my mind
Engraving itself in there
Seeing to it that I won't forget
That this thought is near

I notice sometimes often
How my thoughts tend to soften
Yet my poetry is like a shard
It cuts away all that bombards

Me with silly denotations
And useless biggery-jibber
It sees to that I find
Only everything bigger

And keep it
In store

A silent cascade of raindrops tear
The darkness reaching loud and clear
Into our being sensed in soul
Seeing through the unseen whole

They splatter mildly against the grass
They collide swiftly with stone
They run astray on edges and lie
Unsteadily in their new home

To be swept away by the morning breeze
Rise back up to the clouds they please
Grow in content and deeply consume
Until the tender rainfall resumes