An end of nothing

I took a walk through the furniture of boredom.

above a crow cried "harm!" as fog horns led us astray

and I know: it's all been so long.

(Ich gehe als heiliger Hund durch:

geh her

komm weg)

now I can sit meaningfully at the bottom of 

my urbanly confused heart:

this judgemental mammal speaking of infinites

but unable to talk to you.