vv

The wave that rushes out
Your hoped joys
Is exhausted in a breath

- you're all gone

Places remain the same,
Still, slivers of skin,
Are already replaced

- you're all gone

"vv" is the shining detail
I won't get rid of
In this recursive thought,
Not so different,
From the senseless rest.
And wasting time
Makes almost sense:
What I can carry out
From all of this hypophysis,
Seems nothing more than an
Intuition of a moment
Which stood for something good.

Snapping demons tongue in vain:
You, only, are gone.