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The Unknown

I need cigarettes to calm myself down,

I lit one, maybe two
I don’t really remember
I’m just trying to retell the story

I stepped out into the unknown
Without clothes
Without knowledge
I stepped out
Into a desert
Much more shadowed 
Much more terrifying

It was warm
We drank wine,
I figured out who you resembled
You exhaled
What a life

I played with my fingertips on my lips
Let them slide down into the sand where the tide claimed its territory
What is possible
In which dimension without you I asked

You said I had a childish way
It had always been like that
I spoke about blue skies
You never saw them

Once I saw you kissing a snake
It never bit you
Someone told me
Not to ask

You shed your skin in the heat
I watched, half in awe, half in mourning
I had questions, you had no answer
Even the sun had forgotten

You said something about losing yourself to find something greater
I didn’t understand then
That night was the last time I saw you.

Since then everything was the same
Since then everything changed

© POETS AFTER MIDNIGHT 2025

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