why be (élève)

short can be the distance
between joy and pain,
sitting in the same place,
hard to replace
one by the other.

the outer world
is a beast to tame
crisis management
in halls of fame

reason to calm down while lifting off,
embedding contemplation in straight action,
translucent for sense and love,
yes, why be.

the brickwork in our dorm
in places was painted,
plaque washed away
any bribable Sunday.

things need to be done,
--- panicking by words
can be a shield,
stops from opening.

to nearly fall asleep in front of the screen
is a way of resistance, but annoying.
pretending it´s human
sometimes is worth the effort,
yes, why be.

why be, without question marks,
without trust,
without shine of lost flashes,
doing our things.

why be, so long awaited,
yet greatest surprise
in the shape it occurs.
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why be,
a drama of spoken and unspoken
words and permissions
magnetic survey.

powerful exercise, can make stiff
in hot rooms and cold rooms
cause that´s not the point.

why be,
a feeling of touch,
an exchange to come
again as it appears.

why be,
a meeting never ending
in distance or neglection,
present years ago,
yet unfulfilled.

why be,
a question still asked
in the shift of the character
as it takes place.

élève yet and master,
why be not less.
shrinkheads and grades
crossfade at the edge.

élève,
in parts what it sounds like,
then pre-disposed variable
to care for both sides.

élève, an intrusion,
found dangerous by thought
two and three
bold precarious laughs.

élève, malaffection,
slings made up, though,
post absent selves.

élève,
trust and avoidance,
filigree uncouth,
bursting at times.

why be élève,
experience beauty,
strictness in changed roles
to both sides´ relief.


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(2010)