I often ask myself Is it possible to draw in the dark? There you always glorify me .. As a great idea in the head of a submerged novelist As a metaphor, a poet wrote one poem and went on ... In the dark you hide the tender spirit And songs for Spring that never comes I'm asking my self.. How do I paint you in the dark .. When I ****** your features from the Wish Nebula .. imprison it in the memory of meaning. How do I document that confused moment To be discovered by an archaeologist after thousands of years. In the ruins of my skull .. My laughing, sarcastic skull ...