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Energy balance

My inner space

Has been colonised

By the realisation of

Structural dysfunctioning

You and I in our grapefruit-flavoured star-guarded summer garden

Cicadas our song

The sea our light

You meant momentary integration

Ich schreibe

Wie immer zwischen den Zeilen

Wie immer auf Naturfasern, die wenig praktischen, aber viel ästhetischen Wert haben

Manche Blätter werden nie verschickt

Andere beim Gießen zwischen den Pflanzenresten mit Wasser besaugt

Andere stapeln sich und ich warte

Auf den Moment, in dem ich nicht mehr schreiben muss

Sondern Dinge sage

Your eyes above

The face mask

Flowers small, ceramics, water, fading touch

Sprinkles of disappointment and moments of ratio

I won’t forget but will return perhaps

Once I’m able to disappoint less

Wooden houses

Sit between winter-left brown hills

Misty as afternoon spring sun

Grants entrance

In Nuremberg it smelled like

Carnival Krapfen when the old reading couple

Exited to a platform of gold

And the conductor apologised for the 40 mins delay

And said it was still a sunny day so

Hills rested next to the train floating through shadows on green

This early green

The one almost still covered with a layer of ice crystals melted away a few hours passed

An observation of the temporary nature of emotions

As they flow and shrink and fly and add

Fuelled by surroundings

Sunwarm hands and stars on fingers and mint drops and a passing child

Or a hand typing or an old arm resting

A cheek pressed against a seat peacefully in worn-out softness