when the silky one rises,

hundreds of ladybirds

crawl out of

the window cracks

and sift through me –

i am red, am happiness, am speckled,

how are words

related to reality

do they play with life

like light in a glistening

vortex in the river?

when eating cake you bite

on the plastic king.

they cheer and put

the golden paper

crown into your hair:

photo moment.

the sky is grey

all of the time

and i have lost

the cosmos.

now i am

losing my mind.

you say that the brittle

knot in her neck

is nothing but a memory,

so that her heart

won’t forget she can fly.

i put the plastic garbage

outside in the evening

searching for you, moon.

a few stars are waving, but

i cannot find you.

can you feel

how darkness swells

between the petals

of the filled dahlia?

or is she just

a well-known ornament to you?

the mosquitos spread

my blood in the forest.

with every berry i pick and

every bite, the tissue of the forest

is stitched to my body.

at the end

of the times

i bind the flower wreath

and put it

onto my head

how long does winter last?

does it even

know duration?

perhaps it is timeless?