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Suicidal Mushrooms

Whizzing through the orbit // wandering on night sky
Dancing colours in your mind // that mingles ferociously

Memories of Howth // the hunger to be there
Cool breeze at the harbour // old bread for the gulls

The message seems appropriate
For the past year almost gone
Some people might ask
What actually have we done

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Putting on a face, they say
A brave one?
A terrified one?
A cynical one?

The new reality is this
The press doesn’t tell what is
But what was said
It doesn’t matter if it’s true

Aphorism/us —
Infinity / Unendlichkeit

Aphorism/us —
Fly / Fliegen

Corona played its card today
Right from the start
All plans abandoned
On the day prior to Christmas Eve

Considerations are done
When finished it should be fun