hum

Your eyes! your
eyes! this kingdom
for your eyes
to see me
now, and yesterday
and in a
year’s time, when
calm and good
looking at you
I will shatter
your guts and
your minds in
a vortex of
something so indescribably
complex I can
only be love

Var. 20

Great, with hindsight

Monasteries are like
prisons but with
out the sex

No ifs and
no buts, you
and I, one
at the time.

First Things First

(…) And then I
read your name
and imagine your
face, and then
I stop imagining
and really I
should go to
bed, now … but
(…)

Alles ist Gut