In the fatal twilight of your disintegration
Love I named the amendment
Of your omnipotent vulnerability
And it was only after midnight
That the anniversary of the Definite
whispered in my ears:
Each of us has to bury one’s own ashes
in order to know where one’s immortal fire burned
Your jigsaw pieces then danced with my ignorance
Charming was your ritualistic defence
Cure I named the determination
To fight the unknown
And it was only after the dawn
when my mirrored fragmentation
echoed in my head:
Each of us has to burn one’s immortal fire
in order to choose where one’s ashes will flow
sedimentary 