33 minutes


Thirty three minutes are left
Till I drown in the dreamy river
Too much to wait, too few to erect
In words my own bier
Tick-tock, salute the nocturnal creatures!

I’d never cared before
The plastic, clinging digits
Pain turned them into core
Of time and made my soul rigid
Tick-tock, salute the nocturnal creatures!

Thirty three minutes are out
The light of my candle fades
I’m ready to embrace, no doubt,
With night; it coronates
Me with my imaginary nocturnal creatures
The last tick-tock and no more sound…

27.05.08


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