disarmed breasts bearing the weight of a sunny disposition

the steel pipes holding us together with the tiniest amount of effort

some days the sun was even meant to be a gift

but the fight to travel through lightbeams falls constantly under the regime of a beggar waiting to be tickled to re-awaken and reclaim his life

pictures requesting change of address-cards every other day

mirrors slightly shifted because i wanted to catch my face with light coming from the right this time

and then see if it would still say the same

if the remaining is similar to the ungreeted acquaintances that we like to turn the other cheek to

but the bars seem to in the way

nothing to be staged in the safest space ever

except the letters produced

and the lucid dreams coming at me again

in the space created in between

you always feel everything when the rest is silence

until the noise comes raging again

the words endlessly re-used

the story never quite exactly the same

the names standing with both feet in awaiting concrete

announcing its presence with every question dodged

and with every breath of unconsumed air

-D.