A distance to conquer
Broken white line
Has always tried.
And lead to
A thousand-headed monster
Cruel and kind.
Smile
No smile
Where private goes public
Faces
Thousand single minds.
Some seem to listen
Some seem to dream
Some seem to find
The eyes
"If they see what you mean".
What you mean
If they see
A handful of dark lives
Shot through with light
The unknown strangers
You somehow well knew
For them
The distance is conquered
The happy few.
And somewhere left of center
In the fifth row
You guess
The knight moves.
Who knows where to go
If to a long since asked question
The anser is
Yes
Klaus Korger