Marion Coenen

am a passage
thinking
from nothing to nowhere
between beginning and ending
I am thinking
at the beginning
I am not
at the ending
I am not
by passing by
from nothing to nowhere
I am

I know I exist
you know you exist
you know I exist
I exist in you
I know you know I exist
I know I exist in you
You know that I know I exist in you
you exist in me
I exist by you

let go if not perish

it was simple once
I closed my eyes
standing on the edge of an unfathomable
deep cleft
below my feet a white raging torrent rushed down
I took a deep breath
oeoeaahaaahiaaaaaaiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

is a memory something you kept or something you lost?

the proof that the world is an elefant standing on an egg

tedium
slough
the everyday compulsion
strip off the armour
take it off
inside out
become naked

void
the void of life
the void of death
the void of movement
the void of desire

a strange language
is eating my images
spitting them out speechless
in a strange world

I feel no foundation
swimming in a swamp
nothing to hold on to

nuclei of thoughtclouds
sculptures without substance

a quiet singing nucleus
so light so expanded that all
surrounding thought hovers quietly
into scarcely noticable distances

innumerable fragments
continuously changing

imagination does not exist
without imagination nothing exists
imagination is existance
existance by imagination

somewhere
at the edges
my being is wandering about

where are my fellows?
they exist
in solitude

a passage
a line
from nothing to nowhere

I make love to the earth
I make love to the stars
I make love to the sea
I make love to life's brewing decay
I merge into whirling stillness
I merge into sparkling movement
I merge into quiet rage
I merge into singing fragrance
unquenchable
in an eternal returning moment

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