making sense of nonsense

game of dice

with life and death

on a train

when all the threads

they lead me against

all odds

to the past

masterfully woven from shards

of windows smashed

my personal stories got mixed up

with those of others

this is the art of a true magician

strolling in my garden

of abandoned cases

I‘d like to dig them all out

of the ground

sort them, give them proper life

and importance

they deserve to be heard by the world

if only the world could listen

with ears covered and hands tied

there is little chance for that

act of mercy

so, I’m being dragged

back and forth

with my knowledge linked

to the right or left

whichever side is stronger

it gets reinforced

from kindness to rudeness and back again

into this oblivion-woven scene

sharply recessed

from my stamping ground

nothing or wrong

it’s the only way

I can perform these days

left in shame

not because I am unable to

but because someone decided

about my life once again

although I should be the only one

in a modest range

of understanding it

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July – September 2022

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