wayward (edit 2)

[vagabond]

inversion                                                                                          


she recited this quote
out of a novel by emily autumn:

"you are
a terribly  real  thing
in a terribly  false  world,
and that, i believe,
is why you are in so much pain"  

so...
he said
and closed the book
let´s forget about wayward words for a while.
you have become

a terribly  false  thing
in a terribly  real  world

which is why you scavenge the dirt
below your black-painted nails
and try to burrow a worm hole.  


but...
i thought i touched a blade,  
a relic left from a time
when  real  and  false
had not yet inverted their place
in a pitiful quote.

and i found myself
at a loss, somewhere before words  
where there wasn´t a choice  

of  which  is illusion,

when metal was hot    
and i felt it, too.  

inversion                      (edit 1)                                                                     


she recited this quote
out of a novel by emily autumn:

"you are a terribly real thing
in a terribly false world,
and that, i believe,
is why you are in so much pain"  


so...
he said
and closed the book
let´s forget about wayward words for a while.
you
have become

a terribly false  thing

in a terribly real  world

which is why you scavenge the dirt
below your black-painted nails
and try digging a worm hole.


but...
i thought i touched on a blade, 
left from this place,  
when the quote had not yet
inverted its sense

and then..
i was at a loss,
in this time before words  
when there wasn´t a choice  

of which is illusion,

when metal was hot    
and i felt it, too.




wayward 

so..
he said
let´s forget about nietzsche
and wayward words for a while
you
came to be
a terribly false thing
in a terribly real world
and that is why you are trying
to dig a worm hole.

but..
i thought i touched on a blade
and remembered this place
when the quote had not yet inverted its sense
and..
this time before words
when there wasn´t a choice
of which must be false
when metal was hot and cruel
and i felt it, too.

if someone knows if the origin of this quote is really emily waywards novel (which i looked into and found it there but probably won´t really read the piece) or if that quote was translated from nietzsche or why google comes up with postcards attributing it to nietzsche or if it derives from a completely other context, i´d be pleased to know.

any type of critique and on + off-topic comment is welcome.