LookingfortheMouse

I felt fear
And uneasiness
Phantoms, immature spirits
You were right

About what, exactly?
Interpreting indubitable omens
Stone age inscriptions
Know yourself

Now it goes merry like
It takes one to know one
Waiting for the day
The giants finish their work

Can I, did I realise the number
Three words prologed the rythm
Of what was physically squared
Framed, a window a building, earth

From my window
I look constantly in skies
Triangular spirits
To come closer

Including a heptagonal
Pure, highrising moving object
Five sides, senses, visible outside
Witholding vaguely the rest

A trial, doors  opening and closing
Not getting far, nor higher
Looking in the glass the dungheap
Too intelligent to plunge down

When did you decided to
Fly, to counter counter
To encircle, outcircle, move on
To the next mountains

Or did you got stuck
Between seven hills
Addicted to gentle changing views
Really the best you aim for?

Can you do it again?
Choose, decide so definitely
On your behalf
Meaning, what is best for you

Undermining, not estimating
Feeding day in day out
This perfect fit body
For me

For your information only
Confirmation if you wish to read so
It is possible to count to ten
Nowadays, a very contemporary thing to do

You know what I am
I am the patiënt hunter
The beauty up high
Lady Ocelot, longing for you