I
Imperceptibly cultivating a style, wind from the Northwest
and the garage door compose a flowing rectangle
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Sap runs out of the trees, as usual
the forests stand, wooden and green
before my window, and everywhere on the earth
where there is no field, no garden
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Movement (air), sea color (green), a hedgehog (the technique of a coyote
to flip it onto its back) — your heart, the nearby port
stretches itself on its sleep-edges. Feed in sacks, munitions boxes
the unnatural hoof of a donkey in brackish water —
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Empty balconies glowed, islands suspended at the outskirts
the air, presumably sleeping, lazed around, a ferry
I leaned my head into her torso
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A kind of love, between the apartment-blocks
with snow-ears: unreal, outside time
the stones lie under the ice
the frozen brake-marks, the drunkard's
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Tired is my eye, tired tired
like Alps. An enchanted distance
of years is my face,
fields, in which I slept -
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I pray, I pray, alone
among green foliage I munch on chips, salty manna
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City, vacant mountain, the moon aims
with the composure of a bricklayer
...
there (Goethe)
Beloved do you know hatred, trees
the Spanish wall
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Will he who collides with things
be the same as he who harmonizes them?
This is probably it, which saddens me.
Hugo Ball
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Heart's domain, neon and slow exchange of these wares
- somehow meditate, somehow stay awake -
as the scene mesmerized us, with its highs and lows
the evening is full of speech, but the words limp
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