again
reading the darkest scenarios
at first – procession of thoughts only
then trains filled with cattle running above the night
you dream so much
to miss
stay where you are sculpted
by light
invisible

it is so nice when it finally hits you
with all the Universe it got
desperate
to shine on you
loving your patience and guts
loving being alive

yet
somewhere behind your back
and out of sight
like most beginnings
darkness materializes
thin air fateful with sharp fixtures to space
you must inhabit and use
for the sake of pain
of living:

sacrificial flame
eating away its time
all yours