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just children playing in the sand (Don't forget, they are accompanied by the intoxicating fragrance of the blooming linden), Just kids, but after all Devils, and second-rate gods, and even forgotten politicians, broke all their promises, And there too, with ecstasy after ecstasy Watching them. who doesn't want to be a child — at that last moment! The blackened river runs through the park. Beyond, the numb garden Wrapped by a bushy fringe of hedges. Where the mynah sings, Auschwitz The branch has been built: Grass Below, buried the dress from the Russian almshouse, Therefore the grass

Raised and fertile. The glider soars innocently through the sky, In the rain, kindness is like a tear of joy. Close up in a white cage in the softest wind blowing it tries to escape After a few lines of text, it gets caught its flight over poland treated most mercifully Mouths are cruel though Indescribable on the reservation of faces The tongue is the last animal. she stands alone on the stage Without any props. She put her palms on her breasts, where breath is born There breath dies. palms do not sing, Nor are breasts. The one who sings is the one who keeps silent. i haven't written in months

A poem. I live humbly, reading newspapers, meditating on the mystery of power and obedience. i watch the sunset (crimson, longing), I hear the birds get quiet The night became still. i see sunflowers at dusk wagging their heads like a careless Executioner, wandering through the garden. september sweet dust gathers on the window sill while the lizard Hide in a recess in the wall. I travel long distances, Only desire one thing: lightning, transformation, you.