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The Raven and the Squid

Part I
Pieces of color decorate the space
Flying around in patches of smoke
4 walls
The spherical environment of their
Visual perception
Black birds
Flying in their chests
Breaking through the cage
Of the gloomy July night
They had kept the ravens inside
To not attract any unwanted attention
They were here
And so was the summer
This grey July
That seemed to want to proof to them
That climate change was
No joke
Or was it just the false memory that told her,
That in her childhood
The month of July had actually meant and felt
Summer.
Part II
This year was to be different
The privilege of her childhood
Had become clear to her But here she was Stuck on a weekend
That would only come after 5 days had passed - 10 10 Euros was her time worth 10 10 Euros for all the things she would actually want to be doing And Then Fall And Then get up and go to work.
Part III
She was still flying Her feathers had become part of the dark blue carpet That seemed to reflect the color of the night sky She dropped her feathers on the floor In rage In agony In restless routine Trying to break out of the bars around the cage. The colors were warping The shapes Into new forms of realities The black birds sailed Through vivid spheres,
Diving through
Circles of light,
Quares of shadows,
Lines of bright blue color
The bright blue line that
She followed
That showed her
How to survive
Day by day
Flying through the pillars
Of other people`s dreamscape palaces
Building walls of houses
Getting one`s 10.000`s pair of hands
And jeans
Dirty
To chip in
To the neighbours project
To eagerly build a new nest for themselves,
That would then shield them
From ever having to see each other again.
Part IV Like ants were they coming together To help each other to build their walls The walls In between which
The ravens would be raging To free themselves From all the night sky feathers, The maker of their shimmering apparel, Their glamour Their sparkle Leaving the feathers behind, Lighter than air, And naked like babies, They travel through the grey July breeze Down the balcony, Into the universe, Leaving their marble bodies Trapped behind them Within the 4 walls They have so eagerly built for themselves To not be confined By other people's imaginary walls Save within their own. Each their own.