beware, my love 
from all the little spiders that crawl out of your heart 
and inhabit other peoples souls 
they are nasty little creatures 
and will do more harm than good 
first they bite 
then they suck 
and finally 
they die

and with them the pieces of other peoples souls. 
the more beautiful you become 
the more desirable you become 
the bigger they get 
the stronger they become! 
oh, behold, my love.

i wished you could stay a bit more silent 
a bit more calm 
so you can caress them kiss them

just a little bit longer... 
and you will see how beautiful they can become. 
creatures like you've never seen before! 
ten eyes, all in all!

and each of them shimmering in its own glorious colours 
each glancing in the ten holy cardinal directions 
their furs blooming like flowers from endless seasons 
and they move tenderly in their formless forms 
unwinding like blue-golden butterflies from their cocoons 
voices like whispering nymphs in the morning 
and singing angels by night. 
just stay a bit more silent, 
a bit more calm, just a little while...

and you will hear them singing...

(thoughts on a monday night)