Roles

Together again, decades holding memory

Should I be as an old photo

Reality could be insane

Small talk killing intimacy

With relatives

Part of the same clay

What, are we hiding?

This is my role, given from my youth

Forever in two worlds, at least

Passage not considered, alas missed

Maybe this is the generation

resist, i can learn to get along
with all the things i can't explain

That will break the invisable Grip

Lookout for that which lies beneath

And the margins

A desert road straight to the soul

my Role?