Heidegger, my love, tell me again
What existence is but a lot of pain...
Talk about the meaning of being
(Is there a meaning in life, in love,
In future, in temporality?)
Heidegger, my love, does death
Make any sense apart from keeping
Everybody tense?
Can you tell me if there is any possibility
After a wreckage?
Do I have to go on standing here helplessly
For ages?
Heidegger, my love, I don’t want to think anymore.
From now on my mind and my heart I shall ignore.

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