Cans on the roof

Cloud mosaic with a boat floating by.

Thin-necked crane, where do you have your fan?

From above looking down at the unfinished tiles,

I still learned to weave.

A drone, that fights against gravity.

Pastime of one, he's in a wheelchair,

under the glass roof. Ten thousand cicadas,

times close, sometimes far away. And right through it, now,

in the silver carrier bag of the air, as fast as an arrow: a bird.

She carries him up, higher than the crane!

View from below, the unfinished excavation: a quick

torn letter, Snippets of all of them, the

überstürzt (to fall asleep?) wanted to —

Lots of clouds, have regrouped.

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