Your world went silent The world went silent
Still breathmoved Still windshaken
Its inner rhytms unchanged Its inner rhythms unchanged
Of beating red dawns Of beating red pulses, sources,
And deoxygenated skies And deoxygenated returns
Still paying the price. Still paying the price.
New incarnations emerging New incarnations emerging
Scattered, yet to be found Scattered, yet to be found
Like a pictureless jigsaw Like a pictureless jigsaw
The bittersweet shape of air The bittersweet shape of air
Of its silences and voids Of its silences and voids
Moved to the background Moved to the background
Questioned and queried Questioned and queried
To be made into bricks To be made into bricks
And tools for the new regime And tools for the new regime
I am a prince of this world I am a citizen of this world now
And I won’t leave its clashes And I won’t dam its ghastly flow
Only when embracing you But embrace the new spaces and times when
My heart can rest My heart can rest
In its home, and long for distant isles In its home, and long for distant isles
Letters to myself: a diary 