Elegy to a great mind.
Eeerie but gentle chill beneath the sheets.
memories about a promising mathematic.
...cold, cold, "sweet" cold air under your
warm smile, a chilling sense of
wonder, gently hidden beneath your eyes-wide-shut, a
deafening unexpressive pain
has painted your face, an embarassingly thin look for
an immense mind, how could
it be?... HOW could it be?... Your long legs lying
between bed and floor, while
your soul swingin' among old-dated memories, memories
of a brief but undeniably
glorious past, a living genius now wrapped around dead
geniuses' arms, much
warmer than expected, they rightly welcome you on the
Planet of the Great
Disappeared, wishing you all the best, while the tragic
game of life has already
done the rest. Mother weeping on your steady head, no
moving, no breathing, no
screaming, no sound from your arrogant, highly
expressive voice. The law of
absurdity lies inside your switched-off body, no more
pain, no more joy and no
more marvels from your unreachably rich, unique brain.
is the question, pathetical will be the answer, I can
only manage to observe you
as if you were alive and lively, tremendously happy and
willing to invent a new
life for us newcomers of the unknown. Where are you I
don't know, I don't have
to know. I MUST not know. Deep inside my corrupted
heart a tiny, shiny light
there is, sure it can't go away, sure it is your smile
breathing, bringing warm
sadness and explosive gladness, that is my very last
goodbye to a nicely nasty
fellow, before he can hear the angel bell,
announcing the holy beginning of a new, peaceful
adventure; no heroes, this
time, and no secrets of crime. And while your grave
will remain eeriely spoiled
and empty, cold and dark, up there, somewhere else
among the wawing clouds I
will see your body wandering along with your typical
sarcasm annoying every soul
populating the Heaven, whether it is an angel or a
messenger, Jesus or Moses,
and will hear your loud, smokey voice requiring clear
The objections of a he-was-once-in-his-brief-lifetime-a-Genius.
My very own Genius.
And my very own, nicely nasty fellow.
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