I might not
be even
even after
my death
which might
just be
a metaphor
for wanting
not but in
general death
- you can
not keep it
from
approaching you
leave your
lalaland
of
fantasies my friend -
there might
be open bills
between strangers
between strangers
there might
be secrets
between lovers
between lovers
to hide
from
to run
from.
Even after
my death
I will not
stop to write.
Why should
I?
How could
I
cease to
breathe out words
into this
hollow universe
where
nobody listens.
Which is
not the point
at all!
Even after
my death
I will try
to find this
one true
word and
write it
down for you
to read – find yourself in it.
© Susanne Becker
© Susanne Becker
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