Poem by the Dutch poet Hans Faverey

Rarely does the leap of a panther

resemble at all the same leap by

the same panther, unless as if

willed by that panther itself.

The dolphin swimming in front of the ship

swims in front of the ship right up until

there is no question any more of a

dolphin swimming in front of a ship.

And so it will come about that you scarcely

notice how your armpit sweat changes odour,

that it escapes you how the centaur first

paws the ground before it comes up

to you, and kicks and smashes everything

in your safe house to smithereens.

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