You are here again,
observing, waiting within me…
Of a black seam
„Begone, pensiveness ! Leave the red lace
and a ducat to the mourner for the last blues.”
You and I challenge each other
For thirty six years
With pride we welcome the morning
If I would to eat you, sharp ear!
And devoured the hood
If I would… sharpen your dagger
And your spade, Lady, kiss in the darkness
I could with you –with a bullet to the forehead!
Into the creak of the sky
For There and Here
For Now and Never
With a clap and colors
In cold hue
In the womb of a casket, laid and pale
To shine with you in moonlight.