It was only for a few moments
but they were infinite...

All in silver and grey,
in the dying bed...

Always seeking light
while sorely learning only...

They grieve their loved ones
to death then are the loudest...

Sky said to a tree:
How could I invite a protrusion like this...

like waves
on the faraway shores of soft sands...

Tell me why flowers
do not last...

Everything is for acting
I am an entertainer...

I emerge from you
every morning just to be...

The Scream (1893) by Edvard Munch
He realized there...

You complete me so
because I am nothing and...

Everything is mounting.
Everything is rising...