Say hello to the swan again
By the current still being carried away
The burning tree did not just lose a leaf
It fell into the lake.
Now can you feel the waves?
Water is just a mirror
Image invisible amid its infinite wrinkles in the river
Absorbing the beam of a blazing light
Reflecting the darkness of the endless night.
But never the same way.
Water is just a mirror to hide what’s beneath the surface
The face of a dead animal that drowned in the murky waters
It had rather show you under a tree and its flames
Yesterday they heated your heart.
The smell of smoke that covers the one of a dead fox.
But today you just dived
Shining on an ocean of ashes
From which you might rise.
Only if you can.
Can you not see that your story could have been written with an I
Through which I could see this world that is mine
For this story is not special
But it’s the one I can claim
And you and I are just the same.
A tale written on our skin
Toughened by the burns at night
Softened by the sweet juice on my fingers
I am the swan on the lake
And the fox finding its might.
And so much more.
I don’t want this rough shell anymore
I don’t want the silence
Nor the buzzing sound in my brain
I don’t want my eyes to see
The same shades over again
See the spreading curse, restlessly echoing the same story in my slumber.
I won’t jump off the roof
I will leave it and fly away.
I am breakable and can be defeated
I’m not as harsh and heartless as I think
Like gingerbread crumbling on my hand
Ice cracking on the lake
I can be vanquished in ways people don’t even think possible.
And a leak through the shell
Can make me feel what seemed unimaginable
But it scares me to know about these things
Of which I am capable.
Many marvelous and maleficent traits, magnified on a summer day, mesmerized by what might be my own mind.
Absolutely antagonistic and awful delusions, appearing at night after an artistic and appealing show of anxiety.
Dripping from the dreadful mind, a draught drifting myself out to the wild. Deep in the darkness, if I dare to find Dear Death, she won’t take me aside.
And now you have seen the unseen colors
At some point you’ve seen them all
So what do you do when it’s all over?
The air will always feel cold as ice
The water will always be tasteless
And when it’s not, it will burn my tongue
And blur my speech.
Today I’m dressed in black
But not for the reason you think
Just because I feel good in it.
I untie the rope attaching my feet
I tether my soul to nothing.
But I keep waking up on this boat drifting
And I laugh so hard
Watching the world on fire
Shaking until I blow up.
I laugh really hard
Sometimes drinking death from a cup.
The swan has sung
The fox has drowned
The tree will not rise from the ashes anymore.
We left the green room
Woke up from the dream
Finished our glass or our bottle.
The wolf has caught its prey
And today I’m wearing its fur
Nothing more to say.
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