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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