Image source: A painting from My collection.

The shadowy night whispers
It’s only objective
To call You into it
To stop and to take a listen
The murmurs of yesterday that still glisten

Are You ready?
They say
To crumble and let go
I still hold on but I want to turn into gold
Carefully now, let it all unfold

Nothingness
Reaps the rewards from this
He is lying naked on the floor waiting for it
This is it
Waiting for me to succumb to it

It turns out to be a friend
Sitting in my den
I can see him lending a friendly hand
A fresh pair of eyes
To see through the disguise

The demise of an identity
Can only be in the face of great uncertainty

Ian Altosaar


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