Creator

in the darkest of ultimate possible depths
there’s an infinite centre of growth
if the planet is ready to slowly collapse,
then the question is whether you quit, or perhaps
keep on playing — and learn from them both

if the number of words ever outflows the time,
we are left with a reason to live
and a reason to finally drop off the dime,
and a reason to surely remember that i’m
always willing to hope and forgive

that’s too bad we are often not having enough
solid chances to prove we exist
but it’s thanks to the mess and the darkness and huff
our spines do get stronger and perfectly tough,
and the hurricanes having them kissed

who was kissed by the wind, he is ready to go,
he’s more ready than anyone else
he might seem just a shadow a second ago,
you might even not notice his dim afterglow,
but you’ll feel irresistible spells

they will tell you the names hoarsely whispered by wind,
they will mention you probably can
also follow the steps of the razored and thinned
ones who often accept they’ve mistaken and sinned,
so are free to let go of the plan, —

and the freedom is golden. you suddenly learn
you are able to outgrow your fate
with the light that has given you blisters and burns,
through the clouds, that are roughly excessively torn,
you are standing to love and Create