one river becomes two ways.
As if you had to put your cards away.
I`ll miss nobody here.
All who cares about me are standing now
On a skyscraper with me.
don`t be afraid,they say.
Here is a tail, they say.
I had to jump.
I don`t know
where I fall into.
And how I`ll find myself
where I really need.
Looking in my arms -
they are changing.
White shirt-sleeve becomes
grey, then black ,then dissapear.
Now I am not shure who wants
to jump.
Not shure
In which field I had to sow,
In whish field I had to play
And which faces.
And who will do that,anyway
Living in my body.
Should I stake on?
Should I gather in the harvest?
If there are any rules here?
In it only low clouds
In it only long shades
In it everything goes dark.
Ankin
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