the one left behind


Because I can't look for treasure,

I want to look for a sentence.

It should roll long like the midnight train over the bridge behind my window:

Tdmtdmttdm.

And give me hold until tomorrow.

The, who find a treasure,
are quiet u quiet in the dark,

the, who lose him, loud. Have to scream;

or sulk.

Roll me deeper and deeper into my blankets, search
Security in holes and cracks, almost suffocate
i my pillow. Nothing is tight enough for me.

 

Long night and short sentence:

And the longing for the midnight train passed

to travel. I say, you travel well!

Who knows, maybe I'll fall asleep.

 

 

(5.10.20)

 

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