Become smoke

become smoke
rising, you look up
into space without horizons
into the aimlessness
of the indivisible freedom of The Mind
the heavier you once were, the higher you rise

you tried it, you tried

mass
fire
smoke

the transformation of your mind
to become smoke

the heavier you once were, the higher you rise
someone to the stars
and others even further

and stil more and more

mother, brothers, father
frends ... and me ... sure

I am sure

smoke turns to dust
star dust
in the way of the stars
that left a mark
between heaven and earth
into this dark
lovely aimlessness
indivisible freedom of your Mind
without borders

in the eternal stars
the sacrificial border burns
so you can become smoke

like a little chilling joke

by the way of the stars
that left a mark
between heaven and earth

in this dark
lovely aimlessness
forever

between heaven and earth
into eternity
your cycle of life and death

forever
you




(S. Rachmaninov - Cello Sonata in G Minor, Op. 19: III. Andante)


Note: I originally chose the form of a continuation of the Adagios series, but in the end I left the poem independent, without continuity.