Photo:Jeanne 2015
Sorry. Darkness rolled onto him by the light. Endurance.
That rushes through the drizzle between the rib-broken horizon,
like a human or human guardrail with unsweetened, tired breath.
Rattles against storm and fog, as cold-pressed rushing past
Ice blocks, huschhusch, one by one with you!, later this year
in the thought deposit box ...
Temperatures always a little above the freezing point and
on the periphery of the limbs, umbrella stand-shrunk,
he actually only has one wish: to dig into a warm bed!
Auf der Suche nach Schutz …!
Not deep enough!
Inside view of a biscuit tin sarcophagus.
(To expose this life of the mummy biscuit.)
(19.11.2017)
Der Verwaiser.
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