My worst fear
is to be found
unworthy,
undesirable
or –able
A fleeting memory
to those who
mean more to me
than to themselves
I paste myself
in silent spaces,
inconspicuously
and pretend to not care
All the while,
desperately folding,
slowly moulding
a single thought
at a time,
here and there
and PAUSE …
where time stands still
… watch that dandelion moment …
reflecting fragilely
many alternate directions
It seems that no one’s trading places anymore,
uncertain where its fickleness will lead?
The sheer need,
to feel that wind
No fear of flying
A shame, I know
And gravitating underground
thát full of hope
Spreading wings until …
-you see-
there is reason enough to call for it:
Architecting Eternity
..
