Spectres · Gespenster

Spectres

Icarus seeks the sky, hashtag sun.

Singes his feathers, hashtag plunge.

Insistent iambics, tragic trochees on the voice recorder.

Pythagoras questions: Man is on earth but for

what?

Answered, to contemplate the heavens above us.

Chronology of hope:

One. Look up to the stars, they are holes in the brane of heaven, through which the gods observe us.

Breathe in, breathe out. That’s two.

Bleach clean for the brain: synapses spick and span in just a few hours.

Insert precise amount, no change given.

Keep out of it! That’s three.

Ground yourself in the groundless. That’s four.

Take a run up, trust the wax feather get up, you have no back up. Five.

Chimera?

Rise up. Beyond all doubt.

– Isabella Straub

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