thoughts mismanaged
blue stream across your page is dried out
flora molten air dense in the previous chapter
Resistance
and vulnerability
Your two natural satellites you keep for a reason until season in which
You come alive

You come to one after shattering
go out on evenings to your favorite alley unorganized to this time
did time for money
you had your oasis happy time
you were unbelievably happy
May my lust for living never waver upon the tropical flow
may it maintain obsidian stability
with its roots planted deep
seeking water afterwards ambrosia I wish I could pour all over me
Now I have a reason to be

Not for you
Not for them
But for me

but before I say ich liebe dich
May my vigor never wither under promised sycamore trees
in the dream you created we directed
against everyone’s will
Moon is rising
I’m in heaven
I’m in your arms
Light as feather

Live for living
Lust for being
just to write down your intentions
later burn them if you wish to

Moon was rising
dressed in vigor
and then
the moon had rose.