11 maja 2020
Night Eye
I will ask
the moonflower to give me
a beautiful death,
under the Nightshade.
A nocturne clue;
will you play the piano for me
for a last time? Are you going to meet me in
the grid, crossing the sharp angles?
The signs start shimmering
in dark, like cobra's
tongue.I don't call the names.Overbiting, I
hold the words.
Loss of faith, I
don't believe in me.Did I
betray your creation O god?
The virtuals are overtaking me.
Your flagship becomes a hoax.
I change my name for ever.
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