-Part Two-

From beyond the wall mothers’ tears resound,
drops collide with drops and choke dreams.
Enchanted by the legends of the seven seas,
they hope they will be able to love again.

So often have I heard zealous preachers:
„And the word became flesh” – and flesh, like fruit, rots.
I vomit the berries as mould entangles my stomach.
Illness, yes!
Illness without remedy.
The non-existence hurts so much.
Oh God, I’m fucking dying…

And again a string slipped from my fingers
And the baloon went far away.
I can only stand and watch
as it’s being devoured by the blue depth…

Forgive me…
that I am not whom you would like me to be.

How I wish I could believe in miracles…

I have always despised the prophets of doom.
An abrupt end would be much too easy,
If it was to finish everything.
The doomsday takes place every day.
Every moment the earth stops for somebody and never
begins its journey back,
though the heart has not stopped beating.
Why as a child I could not imagine my own adult reflection ?
And its children who most linger for life…
I became a dandelion, who with every wind’s breath
lifts its remains into space,
hoping that at least one seed does not fall
on rocks and thorns…

From beyond the wall mothers’ tears resound,
drops collide with drops and choke dreams.
Enchanted by the legends of the seven seas,
they hope they will be able to love again.

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