Category Archives: Mars 2022

This fresh drip

Diving    
Into the gray abyss of collections    
The chilly murmur of dawn.        
 
The working hands    
Towards a sky without horizon    
Feel the Mona Lisa under her protective glass.     
 
nothing to give
In this fresh dripping
The step is pressing.        
 
Half-way
It stops
Time for an embrace with the Nothing.        
 
will fall will not fall
The sky will decline
Wobbly branch within reach.        
 
What will people say will waltz
From grandma to bear ears
The evening undercover last.        
 
All that for this
Chamber music without a chamber
nature what !        
 
 
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