second floor window hands
Rambling walking, aimless talking
To myself on the street of elves
In the misbegotten not forgotten
Candy cotton clothes that the wind knows.
Rain quenches the sun's wrenches
While fog feels what I can't conceal
In stores' fronts that take the brunt
Of my reflections without intentions.
Dreaming skywards looking high-wards
When by chance of fever's dance
Two hands- fingers spread eyes behind--(solace's bed(?)
Peering out offering doubt of the devout.
Endless cities' streets can't delete
Our future meet in the icy heat
Of my mind that swims in time
And can't leave behind an endless climb.
Pushing the bell, will it be heaven and hell
Where it began with second floor, second floor window hands?
But doubt is not certain in the mind's curtain
And the two-faced devil-god winks and nods
As I open the door and climb the stairs for ever more.
To reach two hands with fingers spread eyes behind (solace's bed?) .
Pushing the bell, is it heaven and hell
Where it began with second floor window hands.
Fingers spread on window glass eyes looking through into our past
Whose every feature mirrors our future.
Will it be more on the second floor
Will it be best for those hands' guest?
I can't guess, I can't guess?
Seeking rest, seeking rest
In those second floor, spread finger, window hands, window hands.