Melody

This
foreign country opens up and closes
Beneath
Above
Beyond the first feverish touch
falls
Morning dew on grass straws

A childish bargain
We once reached
You’re eyes have fallen asleep

One has to pay for an unspoken goodbye
For this ambiguous end
For Michelangelo’s imitation of the last judgment
As you stood before me
He showed me exits
And forcefully pushed me into a narrower dimension
A hasty state of mind

I agreed without choice
To a take-off into
No more