And Into The Outer Space With It... Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

the pitiful guy is splitting himself and is tripling
in order to keep an eye on oneself I don't only know
why he isn't trying to look for his familiar pets in
the range of somebody to hugging, kissing, scraping,
thumping and treading on heels, fingers and imprints

the pitiful guy is venturing where he is wandering

about even thoughts and what would be if wanted to
walk with strange paths? dream it too little and
also, boldly can put dreams away into the pillow with
the plan of the conquest of strangers of soil, unless
will launch him into the outer space

what would be with the benefit to everyone