Kitsch, Profanity and Nature of ours

Don't worry and adore
the Kitsch and non-obvious
Profanity of ours.
It's a grand habit
to openly expose the primitive
Nature of ours.

Separated. Not in space and not
by reality. We're not
Separated. Not by reality.
It is much more by
versality.

But is it
such a disaster?
Anywhere I look the connection
is cut.
But is it
such a disaster?
I run the trajectories and search.
You can't be found.
But is it
such a disaster?

In your eyes there are
radiating black islands.
Blue rings encircle them,
and I do like them.
Oh, I like them... to touch!

Needles to say - beautiful.

Your hair is of unnamed colours. Or is it
how you present it?
Kick me off my feet it did.
But your hand, it's not mine
to take. And it will never be.
Why should we even touch?

Was it Kitsch or was it Profanity?
I decide not.
Concerning matters
of life and death.
I leave a way out, in
case of another!

Escape the ultimate
disaster.
Escape the fear of the
veracious - disaster.

We need this long awaited
utopy of ours.
More than ever, we need it.
The utopy of ours.