cup



a ship on air

to the tip of the mountain

under, is a pot filled with rocks

mountain tip. a female horse awaits,

carrying on her back a slug

a bird on top of that faces towards

a twin bodied giraffe

looking opposites

loads of higher talks

lots of under talks

and a dark bottom keeps 
and holds

I see a horizon

between the talk bubbles of the giraffes

somebody meditating in his mind

who goes towards

flying like an eagle to 
the rock goat

sitting above a bridge

there is a train

goes. I see no future

only complications

load of worries and hopes

a search for love

between the dark matters

a slope with a fall of air

filling a pot of rocks

a women facing future

like a virgin mary, a chin drops,

she gazes down to the bottom

left corner of the pot,

under the top rock

where the fall flows

*to the turkish coffee