Sweat is the only thing I can think of
Sweat is the only thing my body explains
When it drains
Through the sweaty sea of pre thunderstorms ;

Wind is the only kind of justice I would take
Wind is the only option when the sky might break
Into pieces
Shattered and bruised from the traffic torture ;

Eclipsed is the Sun that shines too much
Eclipsed is the Moon for faking such
Revelation
The truth never has been out there ;

Art is the only reason to be alive
Art is the only option to get back from the knife
Into a dream
Colours might change from day to day into years ;

Temperature is just a number on a scale
Temperature is only there to get the male
Into thinking
How many clothes are suitable for the sweaty skin.

        © Dominik Alexander / 2024
        © Klaus Hausmann (image)