oskar becker

by Marlon Thierry Laurent Fink. Posted in Text

‘a black dog runs at night.’

barks and bellows and stumbles under bright moonlight.

dizzy, the stars do guide him,

listening to his outcries and mournful plights.

his footsteps, gentle like spaces randomly left in between unknown places.

where dawn endlessly rests as if never came sunset.

tracing his own way back in fearful fright of what may come by sudden surprise.

a horrifyingly surreal journey starts at it’s origin.

with a tortured black dog infinitley living as an unfaithful victim,

betrayed by his majesty, she whom is named ‘time’.