Learning the art
of dying, cheating the ghosts,
talking to moon children.
Will you believe in
so much of death? An
octopus darting on sands?
In self-awareness
you look at the vast water.
The lake will accept you.
Aimlessly you want
to drift. A sick feeling takes
revenge and turns you into stone.
Somebody smiles.
Flickers like a candle,
before shutting down the beats.