Dislocation happens standing still
the world around blown apart
by outside forces that can never
be pretended away,
the result is nothing personal,
as in the before
there is silence in the after
when the view out the window
is not the one seen for a life time
not a different street
a different universe must exist
unrecognizable but familiar

The motionless journey begins
deadly dull
nothing happens
for days on end
and to have hope
hope is given up

There is no reason
for the thought 
that Land is space
and space is the mother of time.
Maybe walking
is the ways and means,
maybe not…
…the auditory channel
plays Beethhoven

Do not stop seeing
the world as it really is