He resides in the urban jungle
body with similar codes to unfold
not even in a neighbhoring country
the hunt after dreams has split us apart
He in his catacomb of thoughts
his bare-chested prison of life
and I am here in mine
at the pristine courtyside
A moth in the dark sky
flatters away in the shape of my loss
what have I got left from him
but his image dissapearing from my sight?
His heavy sigh in my mind
when I crave his validation?
Would he be at sea I could send a dark fish unseen
an island that would swim him back to me
being a child besides a child
we could cover our chimera's with mud
to press shells and bones in the shape of our names
Alone I am with my sisterneed for fossils
no traces left over from our together-life.
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