Mittwoch, 6. Juli 2016

climbing over

Ask it to me
there was no light
no stars

The night
climbing over
blackish fields

The wheel
the moon
can not be seen

Less than an hour
knows the future
its history

The shadow grasses
not sing
no Lamentations

The stones
toss written
Sparks in a Become an

That
themselves
of the
track to
finds the mind

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