November

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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)

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