mind – Page 5 – Scriptorium '77

White Mind Behind Fences

The heat makes me tired
High temperatures are definitely not what I desired
When I thought about summer

let me tell you something
sunday is my day of rest
it’s for the best
i use my brain for something else today

whip
wake up head
whack the whale
weary eyes leave shadows on my skin

I like it here
With my wisdom in a sphere
Of blue and green
Haven’t you seen

they arrive at the hour
of the wolf
howling they are not
they simply forgot

You say
You’re putting all of your wisdom
Into a nutshell
You try to be precise

How can we know
Where the places are
The gardens we like to play in
The heavens we like to see?

The later the night
The louder the wind howls
I’m feeling like being in a wolf pack

It’s not the bright day I recommend
But the grey day I’d like to extend
With few tasks to finish

Time is ticking
Moving backwards
Memories flush
Through a tortured brain