On left, there's chaos,

on right, the world seems normal --


together, the truth.

Dawn: the world takes on

colours, becomes lifelike, but --


remains elusive.

You eat of the past

only the halal portion:


the bloodless stories.

Your world is inside

your head, existing inside --


real reality.

When dad comes home, he

brings many countries with him:


Dreams run through my blood.

A landscape like this

in winter, on unique days --


seen for centuries.

The world your parents

keep impressing on you is --


fitting less and less.

Attentively
humans have created
problems, throwing one after another
into the empty foreworld

They lacked norms, invented them
and were content with all the virtues
and vices to live from day to day
and also at night

They wanted to control everything
and created gods and leaders
with power, to be cruel
without strife in their hearts

The leaders organized it
with secret police and militia
with torture and contempt
and the people agreed to it

It became evening and morning
the morning of the fourth world
of the taboos and the dreams
of elusiveness and afterlife

Anyone and anything can be dangerous
be careful who and what you touch
also with roommates, neighbours, friends
dear colleagues and nice people

Better keep in touch virtually
just let the machines work together
because for us in the fifth world
it could be fatal

One horizon all

round the green sea, here and there --


a cow sailing by.

Also worlds that we don't have
and have not even experienced
we can cherish, skaters
on the canals of the eleven cities
and those of Amsterdam

We know it from photos and
paintings, fashion from grandma's time
pharaohs, Indians and dinosaurs
the splendour of microorganisms
and the blue ice of glaciers

where cows now graze, the love
on the faces of strangers
which I look at again and again
or a drawing of a little trip
with the three of us on a bicycle

We save it all
somewhere inside us, in the world
which we built ourselves and
where we feel more at home
than wherever