One Must Not Inhabit the Same Compass Twice

How to travel? Look inside
At the undercurrent that wants to break
free from certain conretes.
One must not inhabit the same compass twice
while the milkwhite shite and the shinging lights of bright
tomorrows fold you into new
destinations, found under pillows, storming

But where is the traveler seen?
Maybe in another time table with the war at hand

And the war of closing walls, invading the space that used to be the Grand Piazza
of your dreams before they were quelled
you can crawl out of time
if you have a certain flow and let yourself be opened so that you then can win the war and let the journey pour

At the same time – Who has the key to the No?
It is known only in the realms of Undercity
Where there is restricted sunlight and square rooms in the sky,
and openings reach out
through you
and the concrete walls of mania
are hands that crawl and you must invade certain spaces

unless