Sorry.
Darkness rolled onto him by the light.
Horizon broken between the ribs,
through a drizzle- and exhaled:
so many ice cubes, cold pressed into one
Löchlein, at the soul freezing point.
Endurance.
Darker from the bright. stingy.
Actually just a wish:
back to bed. And there to thaw very gently,
begin, waiting,
with the coming July to sleep warmly.
Now, open the hated umbrella,
and pull him deep.
While you get drunk on your future,
should it protect you from freezing.
— and from the illusions?—–
Further! over and beyond.
(19.11.2017/3.9.2023)