Code is poetry

Published on 23 January 2026 at 20:01

The 11th Dimension

Life is like dying

Full of grace

The whipped cream

On the wedding cake

Thrown into the light

Of a face

In slow motion

The snail

Caressing the warm asphalt

On Mars

Spinning ping-pong balls

Like dervishes

In a blue

Cathedral

Of glass

Blown

By the mouth

Between cigarette breaks

Shyly curling

From the mouth

The smoke

Of a campfire

In which flakes of snow fall

Carried by the wind

That blows away children's laughter

Behind the barracks

Of red stone

In which men celebrate their love for old cars

While the radio

Carries waves

Of sound

Prayers of whales from the deep sea

Sonars of northern lights melted

In the sky

A tent with shadow plays

Bisons dream

Mosquitoes hiss

Beer wells into a glass

Shared

Between strangers

The time

The

Earth

The now

I see time

I feel life

And dying

United

In a tender tear

That winds tickling

Along the skin

Of a boxer

Streets divided

By spotlights

Diamonds

And jazz

Raindrops

Drumming

To the dance of an old

Couple

Forgotten

Long ago

Or not yet remembered

A candle trembles

To the music of a cello

On a cemetery

Of happiness

Forgotten by the noise

Of the city

That quakes

The quake of the earth

Mixed with rainbow notes

Written hastily with ink

Of Sepia

Old negatives

Timeshift

Moments of the future

Between the unrest of a teenager

In the night before his first kiss

Clad by the sheet

A ghost

On wild horses

Mosquitoes greet

With itching skin

Folds wander along a skirt

At the Himalaya

Of nothingness

New Year’s rockets bloom

Rose petals get caught in a strand of hair

Brown and curled

The sea of Portugal

Layered rocks

Trains squeal

In a curve

Hands born

Of light

Folded

Like origami paper

Warm and dotted

The light under the plane tree

By Renoir

A Paris of antiquity

Full of pyramids of poetry

Film rolls in plastic cans

Packed for Christmas

Childhood happiness

Which transports

Longing or melancholy

A boy in Central Park

Holds a hand grenade

Between fairy tale sculptures

That come alive at night in the fog

A glance

A shadow light

Organ music dances in the dust

Of an ancient game

Which the grandpa hands to the grandson

A horse sacrifices itself

For the King

Of chestnut wood

Roofs

Groan

Under snow

That melts away

On the asphalt

Between chewing gums

With cherry flavor

Stolen

From Mexico

From the bottom shelf of a store

Awakened

By children's hands

Soap bubbles

That paint music

Between skateboards

That hover over the halfpipe

An ambulance

Honks hastily

Masterless

A doll on the park bench

Directed full of hope to the sky

Where contrails collide

Coking people

Slur alive

At the grave of their friend

A mime is frightened

By his own shadow

Growths of photons

Patter down the rain gutter

Hidden under moss

Coins from the War of Independence

Shoreless sadness

Comfort in the brain

Of a mentally ill person

Without reason

But with intent

Albert a clown

On a pickup

Around

Without audience

And applause

The force of cotton candy

An Einstein-Rosen bridge into a distant galaxy

Book pages wave in the wind

Letters full of world-magic

A fleeting scent

A suspicion of summer

That will not begin

Despite swallows

Ballet detached

From the heaviness of

Existence

Meaningfulness

In the nowhere

Of dark matter

A labyrinth

Of questioning quiet eyes

Of physicists

Behind thick spectacle lenses

Long not cleaned

A tombstone that carries small stones

Love messages engraved

Under the skin

Of a goddess

At the bottom of the Pacific

Breathless silence

Postcards

Stuck

In the stomach of the mailbox

Magic is reality

Dreams flow past

The windows

Of the commuter train

A child sick with cancer

Comforts its mother

Who transforms into God

Who smiles

Without movement

 

 

 

 

 

 

The 11th Dimension

Life is like dying

 

Full of grace

 

The whipped cream

 

On the wedding cake

 

Thrown into the light

 

Of a face

 

In slow motion

 

The snail

 

Caressing the warm asphalt

 

On Mars

 

Spinning ping-pong balls

 

Like dervishes

 

In a blue

 

Cathedral

 

Of glass

 

Blown

 

By the mouth

 

Between cigarette breaks

 

Shyly curling

 

From the mouth

 

The smoke

 

Of a campfire

 

In which flakes of snow fall

 

Carried by the wind

 

That blows away children's laughter

 

Behind the barracks

 

Of red stone

 

In which men celebrate their love for old cars

 

While the radio

 

Carries waves

 

Of sound

 

Prayers of whales from the deep sea

 

Sonars of northern lights melted

 

In the sky

 

A tent with shadow plays

 

Bisons dream

 

Mosquitoes hiss

 

Beer wells into a glass

 

Shared

 

Between strangers

 

The time

 

The

 

Earth

 

The now

 

I see time

 

I feel life

 

And dying

 

United

 

In a tender tear

 

That winds tickling

 

Along the skin

 

Of a boxer

 

Streets divided

 

By spotlights

 

Diamonds

 

And jazz

 

Raindrops

 

Drumming

 

To the dance of an old

 

Couple

 

Forgotten

 

Long ago

 

Or not yet remembered

 

A candle trembles

 

To the music of a cello

 

On a cemetery

 

Of happiness

 

Forgotten by the noise

 

Of the city

 

That quakes

 

The quake of the earth

 

Mixed with rainbow notes

 

Written hastily with ink

 

Of Sepia

 

Old negatives

 

Timeshift

 

Moments of the future

 

Between the unrest of a teenager

 

In the night before his first kiss

 

Clad by the sheet

 

A ghost

 

On wild horses

 

Mosquitoes greet

 

With itching skin

 

Folds wander along a skirt

 

At the Himalaya

 

Of nothingness

 

New Year’s rockets bloom

 

Rose petals get caught in a strand of hair

 

Brown and curled

 

The sea of Portugal

 

Layered rocks

 

Trains squeal

 

In a curve

 

Hands born

 

Of light

 

Folded

 

Like origami paper

 

Warm and dotted

 

The light under the plane tree

 

By Renoir

 

A Paris of antiquity

 

Full of pyramids of poetry

 

Film rolls in plastic cans

 

Packed for Christmas

 

Childhood happiness

 

Which transports

 

Longing or melancholy

 

A boy in Central Park

 

Holds a hand grenade

 

Between fairy tale sculptures

 

That come alive at night in the fog

 

A glance

 

A shadow light

 

Organ music dances in the dust

 

Of an ancient game

 

Which the grandpa hands to the grandson

 

A horse sacrifices itself

 

For the King

 

Of chestnut wood

 

Roofs

 

Groan

 

Under snow

 

That melts away

 

On the asphalt

 

Between chewing gums

 

With cherry flavor

 

Stolen

 

From Mexico

 

From the bottom shelf of a store

 

Awakened

 

By children's hands

 

Soap bubbles

 

That paint music

 

Between skateboards

 

That hover over the halfpipe

 

An ambulance

 

Honks hastily

 

Masterless

 

A doll on the park bench

 

Directed full of hope to the sky

 

Where contrails collide

 

Coking people

 

Slur alive

 

At the grave of their friend

 

A mime is frightened

 

By his own shadow

 

Growths of photons

 

Patter down the rain gutter

 

Hidden under moss

 

Coins from the War of Independence

 

Shoreless sadness

 

Comfort in the brain

 

Of a mentally ill person

 

Without reason

 

But with intent

 

Albert a clown

 

On a pickup

 

Around

 

Without audience

 

And applause

 

The force of cotton candy

 

An Einstein-Rosen bridge into a distant galaxy

 

Book pages wave in the wind

 

Letters full of world-magic

 

A fleeting scent

 

A suspicion of summer

 

That will not begin

 

Despite swallows

 

Ballet detached

 

From the heaviness of

 

Existence

 

Meaningfulness

 

In the nowhere

 

Of dark matter

 

A labyrinth

 

Of questioning quiet eyes

 

Of physicists

 

Behind thick spectacle lenses

 

Long not cleaned

 

A tombstone that carries small stones

 

Love messages engraved

 

Under the skin

 

Of a goddess

 

At the bottom of the Pacific

 

Breathless silence

 

Postcards

 

Stuck

 

In the stomach of the mailbox

 

Magic is reality

 

Dreams flow past

 

The windows

 

Of the commuter train

 

A child sick with cancer

 

Comforts its mother

 

Who transforms into God

 

Who smiles

 

Without movement

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