on a trip to the shore
                        frightened to the core

binge-watching the whales
measuring the scales

                        the distance to the sun
                        at night we closely run

cold sand and spikey stones
missing the musical tones

                        of wish you were here
                        into this outer sphere

where the dust moves in
knowing about every sin

                        hardly any lesson learned
                        for their heartaches turned

into memories unlived
but in this nightly shift

                        let me see and feel
                        and taste my final meal

until the moon appears
listen closely to your ears

                        make them whisper in awe
                        this turns out to be raw

he’s unique and himself
put him in a golden shelf

                        let him rot under a tree
                        when he’s gone, set him free

for another chance appears
welcome it with open cheers

                        jubilate like no tomorrow
                        otherwise you might with sorrow

follow where no-one precedes
it is him who shows and leads.

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        © Dominik Alexander / 2024
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