live here / in the space city of the Buddha head <br /> <br />a yellingly swelling trumpet engaged in salsa rhythms <br />in floodlights on its hill at the horizon <br /> <br /> <br />The fire sermon is heard over the loudspeaker of history <br /> <br /> window towards the past door towards the future <br /> white museum halls filled with sounds the memory <br /> <br /> who wants to be forgotten to enable <br /> a proceeding? further & further away <br /> staggering <br /> a stranger <br /> <br /> here in the space head of the Buddha city <br /> <br /> <br />Mankind's history a playground for secret societies of thoughts <br /> <br /> love couples are passing the enlightened (it takes years) <br /> <br />through rooms to grow in rooms to consider as warm homes <br /> <br /> the thoughts are going by like years like lunations or earthly lives <br /> <br /> live here / in the Buddha city of the space head <br /> <br /> on the way through the major secret<br /><br />Mikael Ejdemyr<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yellingly-swelling-trumpet-a-bartender-s-good-night-part-14/
