Youre within reach
but out of here.
Your breath and warmth
are always near —
But lost to me.
I´m bound by laws
and chained in time.
Im filth and lie
and flesh of mine —
(But) your traces in me.
That grain of light
You sent to here
Goes unattainable to me —
Goes underground.
Your depht and height
Removed from me.
In mind and blood
Ill gradually
— Turn to stone.
[K.-U. Skerra]