Betelgeuse
They want me to open myself.
They cannot themselves. They have too small.
These.
Telescopes.
The cosmos is invisible. Not even if you give a million dollars for NASA. You would have to look up.
For free.
I am not good. I'm not bad. Nobody is just some kind of man.
La, la, la di dam.
I do not read the comments. I do not have time for it. In my spare time I play comet. Lately, I have been most interested in indecisiveness. To be or to disappear? After all, disappearance is also being. A soft leap from red to black.
I am therefore and I am not. I spread my dreams between the living room and the night room. I turn from a blazing absolute into a whirlwind.
And so:
DAY.
NIGHT.
DAY.
After the last tree
only the trunk was left.
NIGHT.
DAY.
NIGHT.
After the last man
only coke remained.
O God, how good it is that there are no intelligent creatures on the stars!
Oh God, how good they aren't there.
La, la, la di dam.
Noemi Susenbach