End of the World Poetry

I used to think much about death
I'd set accurate dates
When I'd die, the last was
at the age of twenty-eight
Now at thirty-three I
Walk in Paris and I see people dead
Who think they're alive, and I
Walk in Paris from store to store and can't
Find poetry books, they're in the corner where no one can
See, in a city of people dead
People without poetry
I used to think much about death
Now every day keeps me away
I walk from death into live
Into the light and one day I'll see the great light
On the day people call death
It will be long ago as always
I'll meet you there at seventeen
To tell you there's love, not only despair
You'll meet me there at seventeen
To tell me there's life, not only death
And our lives will endlessly change
What has passed and what will be
In David's Star will cross will kiss
What has passed will be and is
Will untie and will collide
So I tell you that's no life
That's not the world cause there's, you see
Above all this there's something else