Thursday 11 March 2021

Klaus Høeck: 'Password', p. 251



      and all sorrows cease

all sorrows and all heartaches

     when the red admi


     ral butterfly de

cides to settle on your knee

     and all tears run out


     into the sea from

their thimble (come yourself

     and taste how salt it


     is at fogense

point) and all pain and afflic

      tion come to nothing

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