Switchboard of the Stars
Walk through the days with indecision as companion
The pack is barely visible in the fist pillows of twilight
only once in a while the hum of cars is noticed
rolls on to the back and stretches
but ever present self-doubt
another meal with the bitter aftertaste of duty
doubting justice that is only a small prize in the big game
sits up, turns the ears and cleans the tail
An everlasting and never-ending try to live up to the expectations you think others have
makes sure that the kids are in the nest hidden in the last green shadows of day
Makes it home
Jumps to the darkness of the forest floor
two rooms and a bathroom with a view to the stars
a thousand sounds cover everything
the coat is thrown in a corner
the senses are pushed to the limit as the spine tightens
with perfect motoric control the television is turned on almost at the same time as the toaster
a roar and a glimpse of twisted claws and white blood
sits in the chair while bluish-white light covers the face
involuntarily savageness and a hatred towards the instincts' push towards death
takes a bite of the cheese sandwich and looks out through the window
sudden silence. White drops fall from the edge of the mouth
stars in the sky look back
the drops' twins have appeared above
and for a short moment the pupil enlarges and the thought is born
behind the fluorescent iris an idea is created
Are there anybody out there?
The golden thread spans aeons of light
the circle is complete
and life moves on
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