Tuesday and TIWAZ(lead my life toward the light)
Invoke the ghost of the day,
like brandishing some rusty dienstag cutlass.
the firm hand around this cool day.
Tersing turso exhale,
sing to me in the spinal language
sing to me the song of mars.
Midnight ruckus in the mind like a beehive,
midnight I escaped you to be here alive but torn.
Staring you in the poet´s eye.
One foot still stuck in dawn.
Tuesday will illuminate each of us as poets askew.
The signs will be bathed in by the sunlight thrown.
The clear secure path sound and well trodden
could be continued,
the new journey toward the stars
postponed.
Of each of life´s possible trails we are uncertain
to which god fordade or condoned.
sing to me in the spinal language
sing to me the song of mars.
Midnight ruckus in the mind like a beehive,
midnight I escaped you to be here alive but torn.
Staring you in the poet´s eye.
One foot still stuck in dawn.
Tuesday will illuminate each of us as poets askew.
The signs will be bathed in by the sunlight thrown.
The clear secure path sound and well trodden
could be continued,
the new journey toward the stars
postponed.
Of each of life´s possible trails we are uncertain
to which god fordade or condoned.
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