Connection

 One is held captive ‒
in oneself, dwelling in one's unfulfillment;
until one opens up ‒
no other world can start.

And the pure, living, authentic
that was a wonder split second of magic,
a shy tenderness, fragments of eternity
has changed into
shapeless reminiscences of the universe.

Now one conjures it, calling it ‒
back
one yearns to become it again, one longs to be living it again ‒
as
it feels like breathing.

All else is like rotting
in the embrace of death.

Connection © Ladanseuse
Transl. "Spojení"