I'm trying to think about everything
but the grave and what will be happening
in it, yet I end up writing this poem,
because as much as I fill my mind
with searching for dark matter
on Jupiter, disappearing dinosaur
footprints or frivolous visions,
in the end that grave is the omphalos,
and contains all the graves of my years.
12.07.2024
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