Or the other way around -
Art dissolves into hopelessness,
Like a vinyl record in the sea of darkness.
My thoughts, botanical flags
Resist razor-sharp definitions,
An episode of solitude and freedom.
You ended up watching videos,
In the little dusty bodies of your blood vessels,
When a tiny larva's yearning for
imago stage,
On the verge of an exquisite bloody feast
there are our vessels standing,
`lickering with vague prospects, Ulrike,
Prove you're not a human.