the day is baroque
or dew,
when you’re medicated
or at least till monday
to be mute.
the first star
could write my head in deep darkness that fills my cocoon
all my dreams
will be back around for work based purposes
– a single night –
forgotten
has shaped these days
with its back against the wall
as it walked by my side
but i did run away again
delight
a little too tight
created this world
from a lost otherworld
boundless joy has come once again,
with its arms above!
elles must be saved
the love-bird whistles
after this
particular loss
we may fly
she said with pleasure
they were so joyful all day long
just another chapter for
when your feeling has become
blurry through
‚i’m sure you’re right‘