Friday, 23 March 2012

An die Musik

people are mirrors

only inasmuch as suns

set & birds nesting

your mouth

nor love

are violent phrases neither

violence’s phrases

in erasure anxious

in a wall

wind jabber at window

flicker silence


We loved them for that they were an acrobat. The moon was glossy pebbles on the seashores. Breezes kissing at our kiss. Then we could see the edge of the world

One day we lost our heads. We found them on the branches of trees, singing like birds at sunrise. Now all our smiles were anxious, our photographs taken by the police

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