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26.03.11
A pile of bricks made into a clumsy pyramid,
In no time it will get blown down, or knocked down:
Just like us. No mortar inbetween the mutual events,
The heartfelt feelings, the uncaught kisses,
That would stand up to the rain, the wind
The unthinking collision of a thoughtless red fox.
No foundation that fixes your hand to my shoulder,
Your eyes lifted upwards, looking half expectaction
At my half smiling black and blue eyes.
An east wind shakes and unsettles the leaves
And I lean against the new built brick wall
That the neighbour put up, before we mobed to this place
I stare down the bricks, scattered in a lose mocking pile
Still half resembling the shape that was meant
My back to the fishpond, my face wet damp
Tears mingling with the spitting grey rain
In this place I come back to
This place now out of reach.
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"Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate,
for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing
hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain
without being uncovered."
The Gospel of Thomas
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