and time passed and we are all to
the disintegration was more precisely
we all came to him on his
we already die more precisely than we already
we died already there was no life
as well as there were not all her those words

there was love and time went and the snow was
and oh how I rejoiced over him like me
was happy with the snow and his rain
and from his sadness I was not in sorrow ever
but since I was once the past was mean I was
always in sorrow always dying always knew everything

time passed and the decay came he was all
closer and closer closer and closer he was so close
so near he stood next to me so close
more precisely he was already me I was a breakup everything was
disintegration we never lived we never breathed
we never existed we always died died

15.09.18

o i so often feel fear
and I'm inspired that
thus I do not have a living
me nowhere on the body and in the shower
that by the same token I'm not alive and not at all
that I do not feel life in myself
just enslavement of emptiness
only black and at the same time
bright white only death

so often so often I feel something
all the time feeling feelings
they do not have a huge end
a thread that never stops
I do not know what will stop him
Is the birth of death what is one thing
does death in general exist on earth
but still it was never in the world
was only the light in the world from which
we will never and never never leave

14.09.18

city ​​lights for some reason
in the last time they have me
and snow so often swirl
before my eyes eternal
and all the time they say their own
strange and confusing questions
questions all eternal questions
on which there will be no
no replies of the existing

city ​​lights as urban
cabinets and how not cabinets and how books
and how everything in this world is ours
light is only light and differences
was never in this world
we are white color wandering in white
color and perhaps it will always be so
everything eternal is always eternal and
eternal is always that is not
will end in this world never

13.09.18

the sand will fill our days
they will be blown away by the wind and music
blows their flute and flute
takes them with him february
and our autumn and summer

will fill the sand and love
and our life and death
and there will not be us with you
and we will not be together
everything will fly away all will pass

12.09.18

weep weep weep the whole world
cry the whole cycle of darkness and light
and the whole azure of heaven and all the azure
and all the books that were on the bookshelf
on the shelf that burned then in august
when attacking death on our house

scatter the same voices last fatal
be carried away and carried all around
do not give air to all this here
do not give the sky and do not give more papers
do not dictate any more of these strange words
perhaps the land is worth and it will be necessary to stop

and right now and at this very moment
and it is at this hour this month in this year
all stopped what it means stopped even then
then when august was next to me when the books were
when the whole world was not even in the flames at all
when the bookcase was with me and the leaves did not sob

11.09.18

and there were pyramids all around
on this strange love day
and I remember the mountains and they were
were they and then with me
and the glasses fought against the dishes
something strange was not so then
but it passed but it was gone and always
and maybe it was not at all ever

and the pyramids surrounded my walls and spirit
and what is the spirit like not sand
and the water spun in a huge waltz
a waltz of words perhaps I will say in waltz
dreams I'm about to say
after all darkness and sun and night and day
and dull fog lights around
it's also heaven it's the same hell
but is not this all love

10.09.18

there were a whole day in the clouds
but the glint of the sun was
and there was joy and happiness
and there were stars somewhere in my eyes

and there were frosts and cold autumn
but it was summer was the heat
there was a window open and the window was closed
in other ways as always as always

09.09.18