my universe consists of several suns. a baby sun just appeared, as shy as the smile of Mona Lisa, yet that brightness can‘t be unseen. she‘s got fun to put on make-up, to confuse the Earth beings by pretending to be the moon herself or to play a sun eclipse. but no, you can‘t mislead me, i have wandered this cosmos through and through and have seen it from the upside down and from behind.
Markkleeberg, 2025
