Poison Glass
we can only imagine a happy
light
our wish is not to only exist –
to live
but to deserve love
we measure our love through the eye of the blind
as death is also temporary
we protect ourselves
that we move later on
for we are robbed
by our common imaginary things
let us forget our language
from grasses-trees
we begin to learn again
from the clocks pointers
time sharpens a dagger
and we do not know
what time it is
in public places we gather
mesmerized by appropriate words
we forgive that God
left the world unfinished
and we drink the poison glass that
our torn enamored life
offers