" Every morning is a beginning,
every evening a farewell.
The everlasting resurgence lets me start anew –
I will enshrine every tear, every smile.
None of it I will let go or die.
Never will I forget …
My confessions have always been
words full of deceit –
a house built on sand.
[…] I planted a flower in your garden.
We enshrine an eternity
not to be found in any reality.
You are the dome of my sky and my soil.
In your shadow I can thrive –
it gives the only light
that lets me live.
… I see your coming and going –
but my heart leans on your resurgence. "
― , Within the event horizon: poetry prose