Zywa The counting-house

Drops of passion trickle down
through the counting-house, it's time
to live, but how?

Shall I travel
to a beautiful story
and conquer that place?

Shall I sail over the seas
of feelings or fly over them
and ponder

where I want to land
where there is a task
for my wishes

and create a space there
which I do not yet know
so that I arrive somewhere

I didn't go to?

Poem 2211
Amsterdam, 2019-04-20

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Passion 
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