POETIC TAROCK

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Al the pal

Nothing but silence. So peaceful. A breeze...

A figure. A smile and a nod. He said: »Please,

here I am. Listening. So you can see.«

Somehow I managed a smile and said: »Gee,

I have my plate full. It just couldn't be worse.«

»I didn't see you arrive in a hearse.

Do you remember? The candles, the cake.

It isn't a solitaire journey to take.

Unless you choose to keep others at bay.

We have no choice then. You have all the say.

Q ist die Quelle. The Source. Multiverse.

Woven together. You choose to immerse

in creation. Big bang? Just a rather small fart.

You are the mighty ones. Please, do your part.

Gather together and you shall create

for the better. No devil to dabble with fate.

Demons? You kind of sow them on your own.

Inside they feast and get bigger. Full-grown.

Worth to remember. To annihilate

leaves a blank canvas, again to create.«

»Who are you, wise-ass?« »I'm your long lost pal.«

»And what do I call you?« »Well, just call me Al.«*

»That's not your name, though...« His answer, a tear.

»I am with you all the way, Dutch, my deer.«

»My Connie is over the ocean I fear.«

A smile and a nod. »You shall reach her, my dear.

Led by a crow in the darkness of night.

Inside your glow growing stronger. Decide.«

Nothing but silence. So peaceful. A breeze...

And then I heard something. A fart or a sneeze?

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* You can call me Al

Matjaž Lutarič - Lynx