Listening to
Carbon Based Life Forms (Interloper album)
And looking at the ski photo
You’ve taken 6 hours ago
Something in that undeniable still majesty
Tells me the Universe
Is more than a perfect puzzle
To be solved, every moment,
For an artificial achievement.


Plus, I have the feeling
That, beyond the fringes of the clouds,
Tearing away or coming together,
There MUST be an outwardly dimension
Where the nightingales’ songs
Are not accidentally derailed
As sighs and remorse
Were crushed in “Anna Karenina”.