On or Off, or In-between, a poem from my new book,
On or Off, or In-between
The keeper of the in-between, is a messenger called Hermes, chosen to record, report, and transport the dead,
in between an outer realm and an inner realm, the living sacrifice one for the other,
the mysticism of nothingness and non-being always prevailing, our egos demanding us to be either on or off much like a machine, a loss of body, a drop in a bucket,
a fragmented libido, unending claustrophobia, a giftedness faded, secrets entombed,
how they tore at their bread, warped their peace and wasted their enormous budget of potential, their memory makes me tremble,
in between an outer realm and an inner realm, we
sacrifice one for the other!
Are you there for me?..."
The sound of silence, the croaky voice of solitude, the pulsating rythm of absence...summoned all in your poem, and yet why it don't make us feel sad?
Georg