All the little creatures
walking around
on top of the mountains
that are sculptured
in the landscape
of my brain
with their green mouths
(five feet large)
with yellow teeth,
their four or five ears
and
the same amount of eyes
with
all their different colors
(purple, pink etc.)
and
all their different shapes
try
to make clear to me
by rubbing the inner-circles
of my multiplied head
that is filled
with fears
-even large red ones-
and therefore is unable
to blow thoughts up to
their real proportions
that
not
trying to find the
everhidden truth
but
living in the
existing world of
non-existence
is the meaning of live.
But then again,
for them, of course,
it's easy to say.
(c) text: Marten Hoekstra
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