Tsoj Tzu

a matter of taste
source of thoughts
God's organs
short and not clear
blade of grass angel
Tsoj Tzu

     a matter of taste
the light is getting closer
he promises confusion
who are you? dancer or potter

someone says there are no mistakes
it's a matter of taste

     source of thoughts
when you sleep with someone
this is not freedom
it looks like legitimacy

no one should be left alone
loneliness is the source of thoughts

     God's organs
people do not look alike, but
not very different in thought

they think the same thing:
give me another penis
and I know God

     short and not clear
we are at the bottom, like
     in apartments full of hopes and cockroaches / Julia Cameron
we are inspired by Statehood in the spirit
Byzantines

     blade of grass angel
     every blade of grass has its own angel
                / Talmud
when these clean white walls are around
, beds filled according to the charter ...
when you don't have to think about anything
,become a blade of grass waiting for an angel

     Tsoj Tzu
     my palm turned into a fist / Tsoj
... where does this thrasher come from?
like no one is around
or still:
     there is someone inside you / Jalal ad-Din