Motto: "The box is only temporary" (Sylvia Plath)
The autumn is that season
for open insanity,
for open heart to the walls,
for open mind to the close(d) ideas,
for open road to pure & irrational feeling
towards anything else but the ordinary.
It's always a time for finding
the ashes of a dream within a dream -
it's the dream that keeps us alive, isn't it?
Or who knows?!
The mind is that thing
that's uncontrollable by anything else
but the mind itself,
so, feel free to let it free,
at least in this season of insanity.
The box is where we choose to live
in spite of the society
and the autumn is the season we choose
in spite of all the other seasons
that cannot show this sorrow
or untamed sadness
about something that's always inside of us,
but unexplained.
Should it be the winter
which shall have us freed
from the autumn inside
or the spring?
The summer can never free us,
but it actually makes the room
for the dreams of the autumn to come.
The mystery lies in autumn,
the upfront sun lies in summer;
what's outside this spectrum
composes the full circle
to make the transition
from heaven to hell
or the other way around.
The box is what makes us (the) God that shall set us free
or (the) Satan that shall set us locked until the time of our redemption.
The box is only temporary.
Can one say what's on the other side?
Or even here, on this side?
The cities are the outer projections of our feelings
towards the seasons
that are projections of the society's god
that's a projection of ourselves beyond the barrier of the sea
that's a projection of a so-called sky
that's being projected from a dream's perspective of a child's eye.
The box is only temporary.
What's beyond it
we shall live or die to see.
