The body of the plane II

Is this trip of another time, extended for the love of one's life, or is it a construed illusion that had suddenly befallen one's mind like a venereal disease's rapid invasion through the human bloodstream? Has a great spirit of the universe stirred up the poet's tested mind with words and signs to jolt him up from his bed's crumpled covers at the crack of dawn? Dusted above the cloud-covered atmosphere to breathe in words of love, falling like scales from the eyes of his mind, feeling love's imminent communication between this love to be of such passion, he wished to be hot and yet innocent on its impossible path between the stars, for a fateful meeting of love's powers that'll crash together with interplanetary speeding towards the fulfillment of a prophecy indicated by the birth of the body of the plane the poet traveled on from continent to continent, from the dark lands to the purplish light above the city of enlightenment in the acts of mind, body, and soul, a most stirring journey to his love he wouldn't yet know if it could be completely fulfilled with the star-cross lovers to emerge, carrying the banners of red hot glow engraved on their radiating denuded bodies.

Born in eastern Austria, close to the Hungarian border, he witnessed as a young man the horrors of a nation's suppression, erupting in the Hungarian Revolution of 1956. He finished his education in art and architecture in Vienna, married, and sailed for the Cape of Africa, an adventure that followed his childhood dreams. He had drawn African animals for his art classes, but the time had come to see them in their natural habitat.
Meeting a varied facet of people and cultures, working as a draughtsman for an engineering office, as an architect for a cultural centre, and as a coordinator for craftsmen and professionals, he made good use of his language skills travelling throughout Southern Africa.
During a trip to Lesotho, a native artist showed him rock paintings with their stark palimpsest outlines and with typified movements of animals and humans. It made a lasting impression on him and influenced his artistic work.
His vast collection of drawings and slides had been lost during a change of domiciles, but further studies of the art of the San people reawakened his dormant artistic longing for expressing his art, filling sketchbooks with drawings and notepads with poetry and prose. While revisiting the capitals of Europe, he sensed that the bond of art was borderless and free, reaching across continents into the world.
During a visit to Greece, he was accepted into a circle of artists and poets, who encouraged him to continue his art and a friend introduced him to the works of famous Greek poets.
In South Africa, he joined writing and poetry workshops of Writers Write. It was to open the floodgates of his creativity. He decided to travel through Greece and visit its sites of antiquity, read up on Classical mythology, and enjoy translations of Greek poetry and prose.
He settled in 2013/14 in Klosterneuburg-Weidling. Poet Nikolaus Lenau is buried here. Franz Kafka had visited here. Their writings will always be an inspiration.