Graying of the day
This is when it all gets real
Bleaching of the night
Lost in the Other
Consciousness does not belong
My name is Ego
The narrow shared place
My place goes on without me
I straddle the gap
Dark changes to light
I wander briefly outside
How can I tell you?
Seeing and naming
Taxonomy is futile
I’m not here for long
Should I surrender?
Seduction of her shoulder
In samsaric dance
The wide-open door
The ithyphallic herma
The lingam of home
Martin Ahrens 