*** It's dark. I stretch my fingers forth. There's only thick and gruesome land Into which every star has morphed, And something calls me for an end. It is unsettling, yet apart We all shall look upon the eon. In a sweaty hand I squeezed a quaking shard As if I was a wandering heathen. I looked before me for the voice, It's humming its eternal tune. I asked whether a man has any choice, Yet it's put out my ever shining moon. So I cried out, I laughed to no avail, And I've been silenced in my scream! That's all it's left me with. This woeful trail Enhopes me with an accidental gleam, Still, to this day I find but mere phantasm. I'm lost in time, preparing for the nameless. Below my feet I feel the glaring chasm, Above my tears there is but crushed abyss. Had I have searched for a delight Beyond my body made of pain, What would I then be cursed to find? Would everything still be in vain? It's dark. No one could comfort this. Though, I again spread out my arm... In case you catch me by the trees In that one realm where there's no harm. 16.01.22

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