the lie was the weapon and the plot was empty, darkness was the dictator
blind from flashy windows
they would peer into
the shadows went on by
the city woke in grey
and pale pastel colours
a beam of light arose
from containers made of steel
the masses, covered in shadows they were
the most concrete of work
they took for home
and when there was a moment of unrest
they did not know what to light it for
and if there had ever been a difference
it was lost by now
houses from milky glass
and the light shining through them
like they would not dare to exist
but could break the light all the same
as it shone through
home was a place for the night only
and some didn´t even have to
alter location to change
“work” for “home”
the city stands in flames
the icy mountains all roll in
...and then the day broke in
(14.Mai 2006)
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