As the boat hides along the river bends,
it contemplates its journey along the strongly carved current

As the game unfolds, we shall all witness them surface –
The Ace, The King and The Queen

O Mosquito, turn your drone into a prayer for my sleep,
so deep in my slumber, you may feast

The key I hold no longer turns the lock on my door.
Where do I turn next, leaving my threshold behind?

The doors to the unknown have opened,
let’s crown death and welcome him

A Storm brews in the sea,
under the calm glare of the sky

In my solitude, I hang memories in photographs
and then learn to look away

The entire night spent in dreams like shooting stars,
now slipping away with day break

Deep mountain caves inviting everything into their darkness,
surrounding skies remain locked outside

Behold this woeful sight!
The nagging river disturbs the flow of the sewer