That old love
which you called love
which was nothing but
loneliness and hunger
for a body close

He filled nothing
but the void in your guts
which was so profound
you could not even tell
you were inside

That sunrise
in the twilight
That hint of nothing
which spawns something

Reorganize your brain
or at least
don't let the cobwebs
take place

And when you woke up
it was gone, as a dream it was
but it lingers in the day
as a shadow
of what could have been
it speaks volumes
in a language that can't be read

the beauty of arriving there
of the lingering beat!
a stream down my legs
I am waiting for you, dear
(you are not dying
you will be ******* reborn
you do it every morning
with the rising Sun
embrace the joke)