The thing that scares me the most is to forget

This fortnight hunts me
Every moment does
Two weeks so easy to waste
Things so easy to forget
Lists stacked on me
Words I musn´t forget
Even though so easy
A fortnight for the best time of my life

then again I´ll put on my suit
once again mute
like all the screaming men

there´s so many words lost in businessjackets
stars trapped in computers
of men who forgot
from time to time you´ll see a crystal in their eyes
and when it melts (if their heart is warm enough still)
they cry it onto their computer
once I stared at a screen so long
I only saw snow shimmering
flying crystals from the sky
fade and wash everything away

I couldn´t bare to be one of them
(for you see)
It´s not only my independent doom

All my thoughts turned into poems
and im so scared
to watch them fade
I am their creator
I give them soul

undone they         float

like ghosts in the limbo
forgotten and never birthed
those pale crystal constructions
like chromosomes & cells built me

4 dimensional spirits
2 dimensional bodies
through 3 dimensional hands

I cut out pieces of my soul
to give them souls of their own

if I don´t    trap     them
in icy white plane
with the                 I gave them
                  wings

they´ll end like Icarus

taking my soul with them
into the deep puddle

if their forgotten

so am





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