in a blink of time
no hurry
there is enough space for your crime
and for the coming months
there won’t be any tolerance
from the people there
in that stratosphere
where you fell
some people could tell
where and how —

but I don’t need to know
just walk on
have a good time with your show
I will need to stay
far away
from any trouble
that my thoughts could lead me to
when there are too many of them
trying to squeeze into my brain
with my skull is hard
and my skin is thick
make it quick
bring me fast
into my past
with the meadowing green
for that head machine
and the flash light —

grant me a sight
just another
it won’t bother
the headaches in march
they always grow large
to be seen from all
right after the fall
take me there
in your sphere
make me float
in my coat
without blood on the floor
I will knock on that door
let me in
leave me out
I can’t decide right now
there is this doubt
about the last reason
call out for treason
close your eyes
for the last spectator tries
to listen —

and I wake up later that day
the evening’s falling
I won’t pray
it happened again
I should have known
I’m prone to fall.

        © Dominik Alexander / 2025
        © John F (image)