Small Things

(By Sil, Copenhagen, the 15th of August, 2011)

Small things
Boxed up in definitive spaces
A mean tussle for order
Navigation by satellite
Lost from an inner sense of direction
Stars and domes
Purely ornamental
Running on a pier
a pathway
Into unmanned chaos
Spinning in the dark
Above a city forever dissolved by rain
Experiments with freedom
Behind graffiti walls
Have fun
Don’t run
No photo
Makeshift playgrounds
For improvised childhoods
Junkyard art
Revolution is a look
Over law’s shoulder
From time to time
The world needs recreating from scratch
But the Gods no longer envy
This Babel barrack