the darkness blinds me it's so bright
and sets purple fire to my inside
that consumes all other emotions
it couldn't be extinguished even by oceans
but it also brings me so much energy
that it might last me for a full century
like all other things this will eventually change
but imagining that now seems strange
like imagining there being nothing
when you never felt the lack of something
like turning into an entirely different being
with your old and current burning self fleeing
it's like being scared of what comes after death
before you take your final and last breath
but not imagining the time before you existed
why don't we talk about that puzzle instead
i think it might be something like falling asleep
the time when you don't dream and are in too deep
but i also cannot remember how that might feel
to not feel or even be anything, false or real
von Lucie Brennberger, MSS 12