The stain

Loss is always fine to care about,
and the fine is always ill.
As it goes on, we'll say it still
"It has to work without."
and we always will

Can someone please unplug the bell?
it rings just for the coming bill
There's nothing left for me to tell
and there never will

The loads, whom friends I call
are shapeless in the fog
they don't resemble me at all
but they are here inside this log

Another gathering around, another burnt down candle
Just that way to walk back home
to have my dreams to deconstruct, and to unhandle
and this is all and all and mine alone

(müsste K.)