Side bent to the world
Knees falling to the side.
Elbows rising feeling rough,
swaying right into the wild.
No more words are entering the world.
Wordless sounds, squeak and rumor,
all coming from above my head.
It is dark up there and red underneath,
foggy thoughts viciously steamed.
No words needed in a world full of sounds.
Ready? Ok! Here we go!
Where are we going? Where are we going?
Up the hill and down the drain,
singing out loud into the crowd.Feeling dumb, foreign and alienated.
sings the rabbit haunting the crow.
croaks the crow that lives in a show.
“Showtime”, the crow is shouting,
suddenly surprised about her humanly voice.
The sound is so familiar.
Rabbit and crow
are ready to go,
ready to go together.