Lose

A boat is missing in my eyes
If it sinks in me 
Or comes across Moses
who suffered for the world
The sky won't shuffle 
Or the cloud right above my head 
That is pissing on me
On you 
And even on Beelzebub
That is nothing except a question 

What can the police do
Except to chase the thief 
Who runs away so much 
As to become the police

The Hunter works in the sky 
And I who am idle 
What should I do
So this 'What'
Leaves me alone

We are all flight
Of course a few are only birds
Exactly like solitude
That is water's drip drip in a church
Or this very painter 
Who put me on the cross
Until time goes to sleep 
Like the watch on my wrist

I enjoy tears 
Rain as long as you can
But if I confess
Will I win again?

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