New Home 2
Seagulls of prey
In glass houses we live
hidden between
windows resonating with bright lights
straight to our proud hearts
with seagulls screaming subordinately
to crows, yet keeping order among
pigeons
shamelessly shitting on our skulls
with the endless sea in our thoughts
stunned, stoned, submerged
in a distant state
with stepping on the roof
whilst disregarding everything that’s grounded
because everything is liquid here
from plants and mud to human feelings
fluctuating like the ebb and flow
every time
sometimes every few hours
drawing us into this movement of nature
she knows, we don’t, so we act like fools
trying to understand the current
but without our own we must accept its flow
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July – August 2021
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