F leg

What can humans not reach
With their feet?

Fleg
represent
string
end
plot
chase
row
wings
rowed

If you let go…
It will fly
With the wind
It must fly

Fixing meanings to the earth,
where meanings run in a hurry
– the traces of nature you create –
which you wear on yourself – you exalt

To exalt the images we take from the earth
What can humans not reach
With their feet?

What lifts your feet off the ground?
Bay Rak
Mr. Rak says:
Lift your head
To the sky
See me

This is the record of the flag

Who is inside?
Who is outside?
Who is “us”?
Who is the “other”?

Sacredness has grown ordinary…
Visible power fluctuates
Reminding us in every wind:
We are here…
This is ours

Either own it,
Or piss off, Or piss off
how many times you experienced
your master with a leash on your neck
how many times you experienced
your master with a leash in your hand
It was not enough…

I planted a pole in the middle of my house
The pole is in the middle of my house
No one can see each other any more
except for that pole
our pole won’t touch the sky
they tied me to the lie detector,
for my feet is on the ground
well well well,

so they call me the head of the household
either own it, or piss off
either master

Body
Pole
Representation
Role
Trunk
Shadow
Respect
Assumption

We are all
In a big garden – once

We are told
To look at the sky

How beautiful…

Our gaze reaches the poles
Everyone is looking
At the same place
Where are we looking?
Motherland…
Why does your voice
Sound like a man’s?

Bay Rak
Here is Mr. Rak’s garden

In the gardens…
The trees are reddened
At least like you
At least like me

The fruit of that tree
I cannot reach
At least like me
At least like you

Sitting in its shade
You assume you will find peace

Comets were shooting in the night
I want my view
In countries which flow like comets

Hold the sky
Turn it into a line

What brings me
On this journey
Are the symbols
Of my mothers

Now…

In every step we are locked
The Steps are not multiplying
You expelled my creator before me
You tied me to a wheel thirsty for blood
That wheel keeps turning
Without a stop

A name
Written in the sky

The splendor of borders
Gets trapped in the collar of power

I want to see this splendor
From everywhere
Show me
The view

Mr. Rak
Blew the wind
Non-stop
Day and night
Without pause

Straight up
There is flight
Mr. Rak
Silent
Wind

At all times
You drew boundaries
We were there too
And you praised those boundaries

Borders do not protect us

We will hit the road again
We will find our own trace
We will find our own view