Une Belle Adieu
A strange and powerful thing ----
to not know what shall come,
where winds shall carry thee,
and time turns many a calendar,
withered with wings of days
some
light, others
grey;
A Great Lover too far away....
(many venus' between)
to not feel their whisper
Save through the long-line
of cold techno-echoes;
A hunger shall not be filled,
lay me down with the voracious lion ----
eat my emptiness....
who can feast long and forever;
she is gone
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