Skin Made of Glass

My skin is made of glass.

Solar flares,

Atmospheric rivers -

The sky is so close to me.

Sometimes I cannot discern

What is me,

And what is you.

What is the cosmic whole?

Geomagnetic storms.

My nerves are screaming.

I cannot sleep

Up all night.

My heart

The antenna of life.

It takes presence

not to get swallowed.

Sadness for no reason.

Tender and irritable.

Frustration.

Melting

in the ocean of tears

that come more easily.

A tone of voice -

Are you a stranger?

The lava

of colorful dreams

Vivid

and chaotic.

At the same time

The ultimate paradox

Ease

And flow

I remember

in the thick of this

The prophecy

of a new dawn.

© Ute Luppertz 2026