Behind the rocks there

is something mysterious --


You'd better not look.

Thereunto Sky Filled with Scars
O’er our beheld Ocean of Teeth
Seldomly Throwing Up Clouds and Stars
In sets of three for three sets of Crying Trees
Up and upon each Screaming Mountainside
Till moons pass half past a Quarter to Live
Or they shan’t view their Island in my Eye
Instead betwixt a Desert and Crude Sieve
Alas, nary a River Through our Sun
Nor a Volcano up the Arctic
Dost commit to Minds Overrun
Or coups for Governments Oligarchic

A grand scenery,

it makes my presence smaller --


and also my thoughts.

Water is royal:

a king without water falls --


apart into dust.

Orange light at night,

the whole wide country whirring:


the gas field is on.

The country: flare stacks,

from Loppersum to Tjuchem’s --


burning gates of hell.

Princes, princesses,

like everyone, each of us --


is an honoured guest.

At night, full trains standing still
between the erigeron
The grass **** wobbles a bit

The water sighs
little waves over the railway
Geese splash around

Bye Atlantis
Bye floating gardens
Thank you, all the best

We're flying out
the earth is open
Where to, where to?

Rombom, the sun will come
Zirconium sparkles, colours
expectation everywhere

It paints our desire
promises us love and happiness
- a fabulastic home