The other world is quite next to this one, actually.
Yet, you may pass on. Not to hear your own deafness.
Or, in a deadlock, you may step back. These stones, oh, these paths.
It’s the same old story.
But behold! A fulguration. Light threads. The unseen is nevertheless more real.
You hide. Still looking, however. Encounter.
Who knows, maybe even today.
For never does „farewell” really mean „never”.
…or, if not today, maybe soon. It’s not that you’ve come too late – just maybe simply too early.
Standing on one foot in a forest of thoughts. To be their kin. To be their heart.
Not the merit of presence. Only the natural sprang from the pain of absence.
The Lights! Hubris, only exactly inversely – broken and amended, that is, again and again.