there is a sea behind
there is a sea ahead
and there is a small bird
flying in between...
which does not believe
yet still feels
..as if it all meant something..
..as if he is still reaching home.

REMEMBERING THE TITANS

WE ARE FORGETTING THE FOURTH DIMENSION
THE NEARNESS OF THINGS
WE ARE BEGINNING TO FORGET THAT TWO AND TWO MAKE A FIVE
FOR AGES THE WINDOW HAS BEEN CLOSED
NOW WE DONT REMEMBER IT
THE CUBE WITHIN A CUBE
NEVER EMERGES...
THE CRUCIFICATION ON IT
AS IF IT WERE A CIRCLE
TO BEGIN AGAIN WHERE WE END
WE PAINT ONE WITH THE OTHER
BUT NOW WE SEE ONLY ONE HAND