poETRY IS TO be refilled
placed right here, always changing, progressing
and transforming its holy self.
Not ready yet!
No conclusion
A cascade of words revealing something
sometimes
Sometimes nothing.

But loudly spelt
it becomes
Magic
trance
evocation
prayer
divine sense
nonsense
emotion
an impossible to explain - real feeling,
of some music
rythm,
rhyme
no time
desaster.

It´s a  giant wave that shall not to be controled
-ever.
Not thru matter, rhyme nor language.
Not thru analog or digital zeros
Not thru reason nor morality
nor ethics
surfing on concerned life explanations.

POetrY is to be REad out loud
and all it says is
I WANNA FUCK YOU
Fuck you and go fuck yerself
All about love
and hate
and shit
and war
and you name it
Whatever you wanna digest
understand
or excrete
Dance
Dance good
with the fucking poetry