Things of beauty last but a moment
Let that moment be us, at least
Let me not lose myself in the search for the other
Some people’s resentment I do not understand
Generally
Virtuosity no longer has a patron
Come die with me
Tomorrow morning at breakfast
I will pray again
I will dig inside the closet
For all the investigations that
Lie on the sofa
Please do not call for help
It does not exist
Glory to the heavens beneath the earth
I would piss on the critics
At an age where I’m increasingly full of principles
Of paint and glue
These are words
That shy away from people
Who shy away from people like
Me – a word without healing
You don’t wait, you don’t hear
I turn kindness into a gesture of tenderness
Palpable care among you, once I felt
A delicious perfume of noises
A boiled-down broth of helplessness
By what I was saved I do not know
I don’t want to know anymore
The tram is full of
Epithets, metaphors, processes of consciousness
Manifestations dictated by instinct
It hurts so much I feel like throwing up
I’m sour enough, you say
Just because you can’t reach me
Don’t you want us to escape
From this illusory freedom
I had everything to be someone
I was told it’d be hard at first
I felt the visceral clenching of muscles
I screamed
The wolves got frightened
The moon smiled at me
I stretched out in your palms as the tiger took shelter
In my abdomen
It emitted the highest sound of pain
A deaf shout of the temples where I shelter
My ongoing renunciation of life
I gain another day, a moment beside you
Life gives me life
Hope – hope
Love isn’t what it was – it’s what you are
There is light somewhere in the distance to seize
With predatory grasps, we’ll grow it together
Under the same impulse of intermingling
I won’t forget the morning of tomorrow
Because next to me you wake up
With love you told me
I’ve swallowed the tiger, it sleeps now
The high dream of each from everyone
Minute spent between glances
Minute
Spent
Between
Glances
Life begins now
I embrace your arms
In the sternum a nocturnal lyric like on a post-it
On which I write you to wake up gently
To live yourself appropriately
To let life be life
Through you may the world flow into the world
In new horizons let’s find each other
In the song of wings
In the taste of waves
In the scent of the sun
In the sunset of leaves
In future lives
Now and anywhere
I’d dance with you to the music
On which God created the world
Nodding understandingly and curiously
Like to a boom-bap beat