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***
My soul rips its throat open
in a scream,
and yet, its wail is soundless and mute,
for it has no corporeal tongue
to cry out:
it bears pain without a voice,
and shedding tears of blood...
***
I let myself be fooled just once –
it brought me endless pain and tears.
I let myself be twice deceived...
That stung my pride.
And I refuse to cry for you no more,
my dear Serpent of Temptation...
***
I pull threads from the canvas
of the Universe...
I can unravel
any mystery of the Cosmos
I can unravel myself...
People are merely loops
of the entangled Universe –
of the Universe,
knitted anew...
***
My tears are clear water.
But for you,
they are exquisite champagne.
You drink my tears in,
intoxicated,
having fun,
full of lust...
Are you not afraid
that this wellspring
will run dry?..
***
My insatiable heart
hungered for blood...
You sated that thirst,
now you're drained.
My ephemeral soul
feels no sorrow
that this craving
is the death of our love.
***
A stillborn child is happier
than the one, who survives:
the former is merely dead,
sleeping soundly,
dust to dust.
The latter,
from the cradle,
is helpless,
blind,
deaf,
out of its mind...
***
Give me a rope,
a shaky stool,
a piece of soap,
an empty room...
I've laughed my whole life.
Tears are a rarity.
And now - still laughing -
I ask for forgiveness.
I regret it,
but not very much...
No notes on paper.
The stool with a sawed-off leg
is the memory
of my Last Step.