Centipedes on the wall

I look through the calm room

Directly to the humid wall

An animal that came from the doom

It appears once and for all

Continuously out of context

Even so still within the concept

The paintings are burning from now on

The ink runs off and the image is gone

The wood is gone and this place is different

And the house is fading fast

Some may say it is insignificant

It is not the same as the past

Rain moistens the thin walls in the summer

Heat increases the number of individuals

It is always been like this since the originals

And until then the sky follows the thunder

Now it zigzags around the star

An animal decays slowly at nightfall

What happened in the universe so far

To have centipedes on the wall?

Oliver Yeager

13th February 2019