this dream felt only through the finger tips
the heart a passenger by the mind
driving us forward into the unknown
perhaps these are all just empty words
no emotion activated by them
no feelings, no engagement
who can tell what is
the main aim of a poem
hidden deep inside
steady deliverance from bondage
tight shackles opening up
the truths coming out
bringing out
sleeping formulas
from the unconscious
rebelling against status quo
of all there is
with a little but
an alphabet
for spotify subscribers – recording of the above poem read by the author
