Zywa Cosmic scratch

Out of my reach, mossy steps
excite my imagination
A king died here

forgotten, he didn't leave
a spirit, perhaps a treasure
but one should break

everything down to find out
Indeed it goes like that
slowly, root by root, blade

by blade, drop by drop, rain
sun and frost, life, and death
That too is temporary, even though

overgrown, it takes a lot
of seasons to fall apart
and flush away into a new life

It is the normal tickle
in the skin of mother earth -
too short, not worth

the effort to lift
a cosmic finger
for a scratch

Poem 1736
Amsterdam, 2018-04-28

Courtyard of the Organparc
Book "Maar geel en glanzend blijft het goud" ("Yet yellow and shining is the gold", 1981, Albert Alberts)

Collection: On living on [2] 
Keyword: Decay 
Tribute to: Alberts, Albert 
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