Moved

moved

even if the catapulted scene splatters me to the wall

even if it summoned me only to baptize me in ashes

I still was moved 

and I would rather be moved 

than stay

 

moved 

like mass which once starts in motion, can not be stopped

like a brushfire pushes everything living out 

I moved 

because I would rather see the resin melt, releasing seed

than to remain dormant

 

moved 

and alone 

in dead silence, white washed no more

moved 

and undone 

turning every tiny pebble to see what still lays in dust  

moved

and baring all 

so that love can enter those rooms, never viewed

 

I was moved, no regret