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

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