EMPTY PROXIMITY

Is it possible that the magic of the present moment has finally disappeared? The defeated time still consumes itself in me with its burning flames: with its executioner's teeth it rips at its pleasure! Floating

my ease has always been lacking to wander through the purgatory of trials! Can the world go through and sustain such a haphazard as myself?!My gaze strays toward deep-rooted friendships that can be rediscovered and preserved: on the waves of the throne-usurper, I am often faced with a fierce death, disembodied!

Furious, growling, humming infarction and knocker Morse-eminent heart; itself would make a big donation ' and so on but it's all up to have pity them! Quietly, imperceptibly, perhaps in a few years I will get out of the rollercoaster spin of Damn squirrel wheels, and the receiving abyss-abyss may be forever-found my home! A restrained, tightened rage roars, a spark pukes and trembles between the pillow folds of my cheeks! And when the humid Balsam air of blood-tapping tamed Twilight surrounds me, I think about the Immortal Romance that can be preserved!

My weapon: The Outcast calm! Killer patience and selfish

my urge often turns me upside down with a crooked will, Why Can the gracious stars on earth not see in me the fallible, victim-Man, Who Am I even now?!

When the moon is full, and when the sky is torn apart like a vengeful agony, the blade-sharp fingernails of lightning-tremble in me the orphan child in need of comfort!

I should be reassuring my restless other self, between protective shelter arms, rocking silences, that the coming hope may yet come…