LISTENING TO THE SOUND OF THE RAIN AT DARKNESS JUST BEFORE SEVEN O'CLOCK IN THE EVENING ON A MID-AUTUMN NIGHT

Years fall into the

abyss

     as crumbling

ruins,

     time

the great

devourer

       eats

its own

      offspring,

ever hungry,

ever fertile,

ever hungry

until in the cold

cosmic distance

beyond the death

of the last

black hole

meaningless

it exists

unbegetting

until

quantum fluctuation

in the vacuum

rebirths

the Phoenix.

08.10.2026