I lost my voice agai …

It is not in the fridge
It is not on the screen
It is hiding in my serene
future

I want to buy something
To feel real again
I want to kiss someone
To feel whole again

In my absence
MyCloud pulled the trigger
And it is raining my digital thoughts and feelings down the magistrale
Slowly like a snail moves on a tree stump
Killing me softly

In my presence
He grabbed a whole bunch of books
And put them to waste at the dump of our hopes and fears

During the Turing Test
I held your hand
We both wore glasses
To decide whether we are real enough slash
Authentic enough

And in my mind
I want to draw a map of your face
With all it’s dots and lines

Like I recorded your laughter
With my ears and eyes
Maybe you feel likewise

Hopes and fears are what
Move us to capital tears
Some say, the moon is raising

But it circles around
Moves me to sing
This song of hourglasses

Johanna nion Blau, 22th of june, 2026