we have this war to win
well beyond time
whether measured by one life or all of them
as one
war for more than life can bring
much more than one life or all of them
as one
for everything really there is to live for now
at once
with one life or all of them
as one

subject to more life
more ready every new day than the day before
right after waking up from every previous night
the oasis

or was the night before
working
crafting
reading waters of birth
of some distant sky
to set the rising day on track?

here

Quo vadis?
you fucken idiot
get up
leave them shoes on
it is getting late

it is getting dark

so difficult to find her through the ages
at an age close enough
and speak the same language
under the same skies
and not bomb her from a Nazi plane
an infant
reborn in Ukraine
not knowing it was her in this charred car
in the arms of her new mother
now dead as well
whom she never met before this life

and all she really did
or was guilty of
was looking for you
too early or too late again
reset
come back

so difficult

Ready when you are
Heaven
bring on the trees and flowers
women

I like to watch them in fall
funeral waves for ages and days
monsters
running on winds to shores alien as hope
to me
the sour depth of my heart
is all empty
bottom dead
when you are

surface
catch a breath
made of water you do need some air
to fly and
by the way
did you see the mountains?
did you see how much air mountains take
each morning
helps them
sculpt themselves into your brain
it is just a flight
just a flight