Later on
I will be
Remembered
When they fish
My belongings
Out of the well
Hanging on barbed wire
Whereon I put
Deadly high voltage
Deep beneath the mud
That's mingled
With the oxygen
I've never had
Because I was hiding
In deep dark dungeons
They'll find
My old usb-stick
That is protected
Against falling
From heavenly towers
Against water
But not against disinterest
Not against disexposure
Nor disregard
It is my gift to the future
My conversation to the world
Of the Unknown Word
Of God
© GdJ
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