Tell me, what has you so calm?
That you so merely rest
atop the edges of
this Earth,
growing colder.
You render me tired,
though sleepless and without
a moment passing devoid of thought.
Aimless, I suppose I'll sit here
and gaze upward, embracing
a certain warmth that
comes from the
chill of
Life
around me
leaving everything
everywhere, everyday
it will wither, more and
more becoming less than what
it was.
And from
your unreach comes a
murderer, with a voice
that steals mine and leaves
it on the ground,
outside to
warn me
of
the coming Malaise-
Lightly, it tumbles toward
the last remaining
Gerbers
as they await their
Departure from
my intentful
hands.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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