The only thing I love br br is to meditate on death br br What is death I know not br br But I am sure that it is not as boring br br as shopping malls br br where poetry is bought and sold br br A poet wants to get rid of poetry br br and it is possible only when one dies br br A world without breath br br a landscape without poetry and death br br is at hand when you are dying br br Oh Death I can see your earlobes br br They are as big as footballs br br Oh handcome Death your moustache br br is bushy and melancholy br br Oh death sustainable sadness do I seek br br in your yellow armsbr br Dr.