Please kill the distance!

Please kill the distance!

I need something to crawl in or something to devour.

I want to feel it in my body, my stomach

between my fingers, my teeth!

 Alive, warm!

 Please kill the distance!

Take me closer! Let me suffer!

Throw me under an omnibus with screaming mask-less people

just to feel what it's like to be alive.

I need a flame to let me burn.

Just to feel hot, close, closer and more real!

Let`s inhale your breath

and the dirty air of town

and feel the weight

of bodies full of painful love

and hate.

Let`s grip the horror of this damned, damned world! 

Please! kill the distance!

And let's breathe in the smoke of life,

to  burn our lungs again and again!

 (Beat Kuert, May 2020)