This is it
For now

Sweat
Blood
Tears
Shit
Semen

We cry
We long
We mate
We dream
We deliver
We defecate

Eventually we die

It is what we are here for

Perfection is elsewhere

Stars
Moon
Sky
Are heartless

There is nothing to break

Silence guides
The havoc we wreak
Our futile fight against
The ultimate cause

If planets had a soul
They would laugh

As it is there is
No answer to be expected

Walls
Limits
Borders
Merging
Fusion
Break-up
Isolation

The unsavoury things we do
The sweetness we sow
The tenderness we reap

Fear
Pain
Pleasure
Laughter
Loss

Life

Questions litter our rooms like corpses
Doubt overgrows our gardens
Clouds of guilt blacken our sun

Arbitrary
Dispensable
Imaginary

While we breathe
Mistakes are obligatory

We are not supposed
To reach our graves
Unsoiled

Our skin is not our Sunday dress
Mother will not scold us
For being dirty

We are meant to
Stain the carpet

It is the only mark
We leave
The only sign
We were really here

October 2006