Ostwind

in the gutters of the city
it´s structures
across everything
poured filth
the rainstorm hooves were breaking
the sky was thundering chariots
the flowing cobweb of strung together dreams
in the breath of a wind
where you were and where you would rather be
you cannot quite realize
as you just wish to remember later
when the time was
as you were remembering as you could not be
running, blooming
awoken shuddering
from the void
from nothingness
you have spent yourself
spent with no one
to be released from the way you were
to be part of the should be
and
the
collapse
as you had nothing
when
the
Time
you spent with no one
is released from the way you were
to be part of the should be
and
the
dreams
the dreamers, you, have seen
the dreamers, you,
as dreamers should have been