Aerial

Crying your gods out,
Disenchanted because they didn't gift you with their boring perfection
You climb down your DNA spiral
And crash its stairs with each step that you make
Towards your fragile inner self.

Drained of its unexplainable rotation
And haunted by the double helix
Which makes classical measures of rigidity impossible,
Revolving the sun around the trees
And the trees around our own perception,
You search for outer cosmic means of scattering yourself
Into insignificant entities supposedly unable to feel,
To bind to laws that empower us with the holy balance
Between weakness and strength.

Running away from both belief and denial
Torn-hearted and aerial,
Floating on egotistical clouds of gold
Above the relative nothingness,
Pending just on the stubborn stairs that keep growing back
Again and again, healing,
You still...
You...

- to Mr. T. W.
26.02.2014