From my transparent home, I can now see: the lighthouse

my lonely, solitary life
my fear about my precarious financial situation
in dire straits, no view of a future, old
and death has now started for a long time
to lurk around every corner

but I went to that lighthouse
with my dear dead dad
with my life’s sad losts

I wrote: no, I do not have guts
I want to run away and be, oops

there goes Nori with rabbit again

I think: these tasks in my hands
were worth it, but

I think I’ve failed
miserably like the laments

for graves without names

no, Anny, not
only financially and socially
in writing, in your imagination

in secular humanism
you succeeded very well

thanks Amalathae, I feel fulfilled
it is true, because now

on this blissful breezy morning
I can see the lighthouse

with you