"A Glass Cage"

“such times and worns.”

— Cecil

You used to have souls

Now you only have a song

Push the lever, dear marionette

Leave the rest to me

Update your latest will

And all your financial document

Time to make the journey

They are already tumbling down

In the tumblr of broken liquors

Enjoying the sulphurous landslide

The remaking of fire

To each his/or favourite

I must hear the song

But you withheld too much

In winter that meandered

All wanderers to wanderlust ends

Is it so chic to die of a broken heart

My litter heartbreaker

Swift like a hummingbird

On the Rolex glass shelf

There's a bag called tarot

With star shining on it

In terms of forbidden glitter

No more transparent glimmer

For they had gone to war

(Dying together with the cufflinks)

Ad hoc string quartet

I've been playing in the background

It's a misnomer to call them graydoves

For they are just discoloured

Wash away your sins with acid

For nothing is free 'cept running water

There was a membrane or a semblance

There was a necklace

Half made of glass

The other half soft silver

Lounging on a newspaper

Written for the forgotten day

Call it the beautiful hour

For we are not the unlearned

Just gradually unlearning ourselves

Every time we think about it again

Walk in beauty, speak in metaphor

Synch in listening to the unseen

And leave the rest underwater

For nothing is important enough

Than contemplating nothing

For this we have reached a concord

Resolve in elegant wastetime

Final resolutions

Red umbrella in the rain

A raindrop had hit my eye

It is not tear

Please be kind to mirror

Lest they abandon themselves

To become pages of silver

Lost in a lost world

Travel across labyrinths

Conducting trespasses

Freewilling transgressions

Unravelling semi undone

You ask and we deliver

You don't ask and no questions forward

By Aran Meredith

April 2022

ich sehe für immer in deinen augen, aber ich kann dich jetzt nicht sehen.