Wake up, feel dead

Ingest two cups of coffee

Still feeling dead

Crows gather in the trees

outside my window.

With raucous voices,

they sing me punk rock songs.

The Blackness

No longer harsh

But soothing now

A blanket of nothingness

Let it cover me, fill me

See nothing, hear nothing

A warm nothing

Like a womb

Extinguish all colors

Slipping into quietus

Within the womb

Float in the black abyss

Millennia within a second

A moment within infinity

The blackness

Pressing against my eyes

Sliding down my throat

All visions and sounds

Vanishing, hushing

Into the abyss

Good, good, let it

Fill me ...

I remember...

A decade ago...

A little kid, seven years old

Sitting on the beach

A little sand dune

My own private haven

To which I escape

And hide for hours

From that man

Who calls himself my father

Watching the azure waves

Crash against the sand

Sea foam, like whipped cream

Tickles my toes

I rub the bruise on my cheek

Where he had struck me

A tear rolls down

I rub it away ...

You are gone

Now you are one

With the Cosmos

And the Earth

And I am still here

Sitting at Knox dorm’s hearth

You are gone

No longer with me

Your time with me is too soon done

Took you away

Bittersweet time from me

You are gone

You are somewhere

Close and far away

You are everywhere

Part of night and day

You are gone

But I must move on

With my life ...