L. B.

A whole universe are you,

the moon, stars, galaxies… black holes to

are all parts of the hole,

for us who do, and do not know

what makes up ?, who you are.

Your thoughts, a shooting, fading star,

as you see, waning, your life.

You feel life’s experiences, cutting like a knife

into the very essence of your heart,

fearing that it is over, never to find a new start.

Nothing really ends L.B. just changes its form

into something new, this is, what is norm.

B. J. “A ” 2

April 4^th 2003