untitled no. 3

dancing on the roof in the rain
made the pain not so
real
or the conversation that much more
interesting.

the world stopped
throwing us from the nest in the
grass towards the open flame
in a small moment

did your eyes open and see
the brilliant unthought
life

to emerge from a thinking
to reality
or finally putting a face on
and trying to come up with a name

for this new birth
of a being

slapped in the head
pinched the arm
and still it is

waiting backstage of the world