leaf
I wish I was a leaf.
But unfortunately I'm only a bed.
If i were a leaf, then i could fly.
I wouldn't be a bed, then i could swim.
After all, there is a sea for every swimmer,
that carries him away.
And for the leaf there is the transformation.
This is my grate, and these are my ledges.
It was poured over me (for praying with joints).
Oh, this heaviness, that penetrates me. Just, because i am a bed.
After all, the poor are there to love!
Anyone can get out of me and leave me.
The war rolls over me.
If i were a leaf, then I would stop first,
to argue. With you and against the walls.
In spring you could see right through me anyway.
I would have the whole sea to bleed.
How easy it would be to wither, in the brown sea of leaves.
(27.11.19)
Subversive leaf, part 2 leaf (lorcanian)
The grasses are the stems * of the stars. ** (sagte Tselan)
The leaves are the spreading of the hands.
In his hands I lie in the grass.
And reach to the stars! Haha!
How will you hold me, when I'm floating?
The grasses are the stems of the stars.
The leaves are the scales of the seas.
In her leaves I lie in the sea. That being said. Haha.
And my st—– enough —- up to the stars.
You catch me, even if I'm not floating?
(28.11.19)