WALL-SOLITUDE

My loneliness, like cracked, deep glass, copied my absence. Many tortured spots of light seemed like gleaming reflections! In strange yet familiar hearts two eternally meeting thoughts wander: the grave traveller ponders where to continue his forsaken journey, when his fate calls! The greedy career and the desire for happiness daily betray, devour, and tempt, and outwit the desolate foolishness of all! In the digging, cavernous pitch-dark, A searching, unsteady eye ponders vigilantly: Existence offers corridors of connection, And seeks an archaeologist if it would unravel The one ancient secret of its emotions.

 In the land of all things, sooner or later a solid awakening finds its way. A tiny but brighter constellation of secrets is reflected in eyes glowing with romance; angelic swan-soft touches would be good to suck in deep, and feel the assured states of happiness to be found. Cosmic showers are cherished by telltale eye stars. The goal may always be invisible - and therefore certain! In the galactic walk of our hidden emotions, clasping hands to confess our immortal, unbelievable metamorphosis fulfilled. 

The yawningly dull waxworks of life even now triumphantly, smearingly pick on man, and at all costs stealing his sacred, sensational essence! - Perhaps we ourselves have long since grown accustomed to the syrupy, preservable, twisted time?! Even in abandoned sufferings, the melodies of cloudless teardrops regularly flow within us. To escape at all costs from the sackcloth-eyed gaze of severely translucent gestures, and to avoid the crossfire of raging murmurs, would be the supreme human will to breathe in the harmony of peace!