The morning dawns
in grey and white,
landscape emerges
from the dark
possibilities of the night
into sombre midwinter desolation;
a revolution was betrayed
yesterday, but here
I am, driven to ecstasy
by her touch in the vast
sleep that left me
on this shore
of awakening, yearning
hard for her flesh,
for revolutions that stand
as hard as I for her
in my solitude
when the bleak morning
comes.
19.01.2026
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