much more not than a fallen leaf am I.
be open it or hidden or fictitious
you’ll find me somewhere in the universe
in lonesome mode connected with the cosmos.
your glance calls forth some drifty feels of warmth
in frozen worlds before my final passing.
I will descend in dark and silent climes
becoming part of chthonic constitution.
it’s still. it’s nothing. it’s where nothing sounds.
a death. a not-to-be. a no. a horror.
a shocking smile. in kingdom underworld.
by noone caused. exhaustive dissolution.
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returning spring-time suddenly I will
remember you, a near and dear companion.
we will not know each other. still we feel
a loose but serious eternal friendship...
(on a photograph by alexander goretzki,
dedicated to our strange tie)
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