After Watching Lou Reed's Berlin

At Berlin Alaska was so cold
and we met and plained failures
in silence of sickening souls.

Unconfortable chairs made of winters
that long paused our existence,
falling distances in the mesmerising orange.

That, long paused our existence
of finding you even at the rooftops,
even at the countries of other times,
emperors decay and claim this silence
that so long, paused our existence.

Distance of mental kilometres that
long, paused, are existence.