In the ravine of waves

Waves, waves: The sailor is rocking with their dreams, and the living one who was not swallowed by Atlantis! Bikini amazons, sea goddesses stepping out of sea foam boil my blood like the words of dreams. They hope for romantic compliments. Ditches, valleys, gaps open as gates to the doors of the Sea: The ancestral philosopher!

Grumbling raging cemetery, lover licking the hips of rocks southbound! Chewing on the broken crumbs of memories, I like tiny moments of what’s left. The knife tip of the volcano of the sun still hurts my blistered skin: insomnia greets me every time the nightingale light looks at me!

Carefully I dare to just lubricate: Struggling with my increasing oxygen deficiency helps me in my fear of death; warns of dangers by flying bubbles that call for existence. And every footprint ever immortalized by immortal emotions into the home of desert sand dunes becomes a petrified stone.

But did anyone also ask why the stone bleeds when exposed to water? My heart is still dominated by mood pessimism: from where discouragement and self-pity gently shine outward!
So far, I have no idea that the given bombing moment that conveys an eternal universe can be captured! “In the secret, bubbly panties of my heart, fairy cells run, unceasingly, peacefully. In my mind-creating thoughts, the fragile and tiny pace of your breathing changes,

s your priceless heart to slow down and to rise below your chest! - Now the changed World is utterly bleak and barren; without you all will be invalidated