I seem to mistake you
As a proof for something
Rather than looking at your existence
As something worth giving birth to
What do you need, what do you like?
It's fun, you say, play with me
Play a river that flows
Play being born at midnight
To turn the proof into a surprise
To turn cause and effect into an event
A situation with qualities
With its own rules of the game
I came across taking things seriously
For the first time
What is inside of me
Is real and it changes
What stories are told
Who gives meaning
And who takes it away
And how?
Describe those hands to me
Hot topic, take it out
It has qualities in disguise
I know
This is alive outside of me
See you on new year's eve, you say
This will have been a beginning
Something real and tangible
Borders and boundaries
Gently shifting
(The activity of the phoenix diving into the unforeseen)