SEND IT

Paul Simon has to write the world all over again:

the wasteland of our lonely words...

What would John Lennon say?!
"all those lo........ peo...."

A street tells me posting still exists
A wall proclaims colours are still alive
A pavement cracks my walk in two
A forest whispers eternity and scent

How do you write to your unknown kin?
How do cast spells on charismatic prophets?
How long will the lingering spell stand for?
How far does the cinematic orchestra echo?

A crackled puzzle of an empty building standing
A fizzled murmur of a broken window glistening
An open door greeting fresh air from the empty street
A lonely wall whose roof has left, crumbled at its feet

How do you mend a wound so good?

Today,

the modern corporate poets of our time would write:
"just send it"

Well to this I would answer the following:
by using the French word of "masse"= "lump"
"tu es une masse" - "you are a lump"
I can just say in a very effective, binary way:
We are a mass

a bloody heavy one.

thoughts collected in the streets of Debrecen, HU.