nature deceived

how long in retreat?

deceived by words made into law
a boy's tear drowned in wordy ridicule

a touch misperceived in language's maze
culture deceived by language serving fear

inadvertently

much world is made from words
to make nature speak
and decide against your body

thus words act like colonies
create small surroundings
fenced in by big frames,
substitutes for responsibility

words are lonely now,
aggressiveness rests in muscles
erectors of more law

but moral's gain is ethic's failure
history cheated via a language game
where diverse gods fabulate

not the world not the cosmos

not all this surplus,
but the words that endlessly go there

words faster than a wind's cold breath
snow flakes syllables colder than ice

these they trade among each other
words and reversals and promises again

piece by piece by many words
as if by piecework they climb
towards undeceived meanings

yet in the end nothing remains
no echo follows laughter
no river reaches as far as tears
all song struck dead by an order of language

yellow lemon

you say,
is much to0 sour

but a lemon's shape and form
its yellow colour,
I say,

is as sweet as it is sour -
agrees with me
makes me think: how am I in harmony with nature?

before any sweet text can reach me
punishing on a scale between sweet and sour

eat simplicity

squeeze a new lemon each new day;
nature repeats nothing, everything is new her way

only same words are drummed into your ears
and texts are repeated and pictures are summoned
each new generation does it the same old way

eat a red reddish or two, each are different
each new day

make sure you don't repeat yourself each day
and be the same as yesterday