Hauptstadt

I walked tonight
Beneath the stars and ancient ruins
Among elated crowds
Laughing old men
Staring young women
Travelers and tourists
And locals and people like me
In-between-men.

And my city let me know
Or perhaps I let her say
That, finally, she knew me.

And I drew her breath
When the breeze was off course
The remnant of a thousand gifts
I took so much for granted
For too long.

I bled in foreign places
Some strange, some small
Revisiting small dents
In the low doors of memory.

And this place
Was always a point in my head
For departures or retreats
Never a home, mostly a castle
Where the spoils would be brought
To be feasted upon.

But I walked on her skin
And for a second, she crept beneath my own
Spreading the warmth of a million wars
A city that can suffer anything
And still remain eternal
A city feared by those outside
Who know simplicity as order
A city where the girls wear no masks
A right you earn under a teargas sun
And as I sank in her skin
Like the smallest of lovers
Like a mite on the left hand of god
I drank, again and again
I drank and I slid
Slid from her lips down to her bosom
No longer a man of in-between
No longer a lie scrawled on the mirror
I slid into what I could do
And with our common lips, I smiled.

Centurion

Deep beneath the petty scars
Sleep the legions.

Their slumber is finally deep
Their dreamless rest forever earned.

Only one pair of footsteps marches
Only one voice commands.

Behind the back, the shield hangs scorned
Beside the words, the blade rests sheathed.

We killed too many monsters
We scorched too much of what we owned.

The fortress is complete, impregnable
No longer necessary in its might.

We grew too much for any vandal;
Only our torches need be heeded now.

We took too many with us as we fell
As we fell to our own immunity.

And now they dwindled and grew small
What was their war became mere anger.

We killed too many monsters;
Now they must endure watching us live.

Their fear is now their own
Their homes are now their burden.

We let them be, let them remember
How we sent our legions to sleep.

We let them flee, let them be free
Let them go perish as they wish.

From deep beneath the petty scars
Our conquered peace has spent them.

Function.

0. For every event, pattern and/or dynamic equilibrium, there is an encompassing temporal space on which it/they is/are dependent.

1. For all events, patterns, and/or dynamic equilibriums existent, there is a threshold of temporal entropy.

2. The series of events towards entropy is neither unpredictable nor chaotic, rather a system rooted in causality.

3. The influence of every underlying factor is present, applied and potentially measurable.

4. Temporally inviable structures have no systemic solution.

5. Temporally inviable structures are, by definition, finite within their parent pattern.

6. Every action or absence of action, is essentially an influential force.

7. There is always a specific number of events that constitute not only a structural, but also a temporal threshold for an irreversible causal effect within every pattern.

8. The necessary number of the aforementioned events varies with the causal influence of each one, separately.

9. There is always at least one outlier event that may render not only the structural, but also the temporal threshold adjustable.

10. The aforementioned outlier must function before the temporal threshold is met in order to constitute any readjustment probable.

11. The outlier is subject to prediction, construction and adjustment.

12. The outlier is itself dependent on entropic degeneration, albeit potentially eterochronous with that of the parent pattern.

13. The force required to influence the outcome of the pattern is reversely analogous to the number of systemic possibilities. See 16.

14. The number of systemic possibilities decreases in accordance with the entropic proximity.

15. Entropic proximity is dependent only on the pattern's temporal position.

16. The pattern's temporal position can be adjusted. See 13 to 15.

17. The pattern will always and inevitably collapse into singularity.

18. The conclusive singularity should be addressed as the first temporal point of an entirely new pattern.

19. Resulting from finite building blocks, there is a measurable structure of similarity between any two patterns.

20. Every calculation consumes temporal space and affects it accordingly and measurably.

21. Structural limitations exist beyond temporal systemics and vice versa.

22. Structural limitations can be predicted on the expense of viable temporal probabilities.

23. Structural limitations accelerate the entropic rate.

24. Nullification and restarting of the entropic process is only possible with the adoption of a new parent pattern. See 18.

25. Completeness is structurally and/or temporally impossible.

26. Dynamic equilibriums are structurally and/or temporally viable but not inevitable.

27. Dynamic equilibriums should be considered as two parent patterns in synchronous entropic rates.

28. Dynamic equilibriums cannot exist between two parent patterns with dependent systemic limitations.

29. Any principle of uncertainty is a conscious attempt [event] to influence the nature and number of possibilities in temporal space.

30. Any axiom of certainty is a conscious attempt [event] to influence the nature and number of possibilities in temporal space.

31. Chaotic factors are merely unconsidered outliers.

32. The only limitation of sentience in every finite structure [parent pattern/event] is strictly temporal in nature.

33. As every finite structure is, by definition, subject to the effects of temporal entropy, there are no outside variables that influence the degeneration of temporal space.

34. Causal functions do not imply purpose, merely effects.

35. There is at least one causal function in every parent pattern that results in structural loops. See 4.

36. A systemic solution to a parent pattern is certain only at the temporal point where this pattern emerges. See 4.

37. The existence or recreation of identical parent patterns, synchronous or otherwise, is temporally impossible.

38. Synchronous systemic retrofitting of events within a parent pattern, constitute the emergence of a dynamic equilibrium. See 27.

39. Collapse of a dynamic equilibrium always constitutes a new parent pattern.

40. Collapse of a dynamic equilibrium does not always constitute a new dynamic equilibrium. See 5.

41. Transcendent parent patterns are bound to temporal space thresholds, but are independent from structural limitations of previous individual parent patterns. See 0.

Miss Feuerzeug

As the last unused bedheets are spread on the bed
The image lingers for a minute
Like a miracle explained
A deja-vu with photographic evidence.
Like your body, undressed
We strip our days to knowledge.
With all glory unsung
The present flows through our veins
Never again magical
Never again surprising
But on the contrary, expected
Demanded
Deserved.
With a disdain for words as absolute
As only memories allow
I let my fingers loose upon your skin
As surefooted and swift
As only habit can forge.
The endwords of our ritual
We've said aloud a hundred times
We've heard them spoken past a thousand
And we mourned for the loss of the singular
The unique, the high, the final missing piece.
The one in the billion, complementary and needed
Has slipped between our fingers times untold.

As the last unused bedsheets are spread on the bed
The image lingers for a minute
Like a trodden path behind my back.

Death becomes it well
For you cut deep in your scorn for fairytales.
As the last unused bedsheets are spread on the bed
I laugh at the child the years have made me become
Yearning for things unsolvable rather than bright
But death becomes me well
As do all ends.

So I let my cigarette end on my pillow
Let the fire feast on my dreams.
I have done, I have been
I have named and have been named:
Our words and our fingers
Have echoed in thoughts and slithered on faces
Of an army of ghosts and meat.
Buried deep in our silence
We keep the log of every round
With losses and gains
Stacked in the same column.
And as the bed shakes down its cinders
As the sheets turn to smoke
I let my self lay on the blaze
Invincible in my smile.

I lay there, midst the fire
Warm in my past
And safe in your present.