i was young and i needed money

March 26th, 2020

As i look at the star,
smoking,
Arvo Part‘s „Spiegel im Spiegel“ on,
i know that there‘s nothing in me
or in a star, or in a music that
can be said properly –
and, as a music waves into night,
i know that i am to myself the way the starlight is –
a flash of already nonexistant thing,
a record, untraceable,
and nothing could happen to me
or the star, or the
music

because we are all here
– the star, the music, myself –
in a way of being mistaken

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