The peanut swings by the night sky
it has a power,
a precision.
There’s a trip happening…
It’s going to transform into a bloody heart soon.
The human heart, the tiger heart,
the whale heart,
the Lily heart…
all in one…
A big yielding thrust.
A sphere of light among the painted darkness,
through the sweating of steel.
The beat drops,
A man enters a room…
Poetries, colours, horizon, old whiskeys, roads towards insanity…
everything is there.
But the man takes nothing to die for…
He takes only a gun and puts a bullet through the skull,
to live a little more.
He takes the longer way to get to the bridge made of love, between two baked mountains.

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Photograph: Stefanie Jung.