Desire Imprisoned

“Desire”, imprisoned

in this long, vast prison of “Life”.
Just like remembering an old forgotten melody
tries to find herself…


Her feet of “thoughts”
tired of so much walking in the dark
beg her to stop and rest for a while
But “Desire”
What can a “Desire” do
When this mighty black monster of “being-ness”
With a leather whip
soaked in with still wet memories
reminds her of passing time.


And even with this 4th cup of Bitter coffee
in Stockholm central station
this distance of just one lifetime
between you and me
does not seem to end