You read the stars in the sky.
What do they say, traffic light?
You took them down, you made them a voice.
But it has turned to dust in your throat.
How can you convince others?
for something on which their salary depends.
They will lose their honor if they listen to you.
They have no problem changing.
They have some trouble admitting it.
that they made a mistake for a lifetime.
But even harder to say
How you were right from the beginning.
And you want the stardust, as far away as you can
to exhale it.
Send it to those who still can
to inhale.
And you want to do everything right.
May you be able to save them.
To become the conductor of this world
with the galactic garlands
and the small sharp herbs.
But they'll kill you if you talk,
if you threaten their entropy.
And you remain unfulfilled,
In your passion you shine alone.
This dust is not lost,
the dust travels,
dust turns to ash and fire,
This dust in another universe can and does triumph.
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