writing poems as
if the words did
not exist
that is possibly
also a way out
but i really don’t
know when
one happens to have
fallen in love with
the words – such
as HERZBLUT or
completely ordi
nary words such as
these ones – then i i really don’t
know what to write
or conversely to
write poems as if
only
the WORDS existed
that would be even
more peculiar
seeing
the fact that i have
loved my wife now for
more than thirty
years without
one solitary
word when the chips were
really down as
here and now
where the poem ends
thus there is only
this third
possibility:
to let the poem
float freely between
word and reality
like
the butterflies o
ver HEARTland that swirl
like shreds of
truth and like lies
that have been torn to
pieces with flutter
ing wings that
make the world (in)
comprehensible
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