Gedicht

Every night I own the world
listening. My steps caress
darkness or the unseen ground
like I'm standing on a lake.

And I widen when I breathe
taking in a continent
of Black, friendly, pulsating
like some creature of the sea.

Know me not. I am: – who knows?
groping at an unseen wall
sometimes stumbling (nothing there)
like a thief of my own self.

I dissolve. I melt into
something that is neither hate
nor this other feeling. Still,
like it. Feels like I´m a demon.