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but I would have liked to ask
what signs, what meanings (where)
were left in the material beyond bounds?
What kind of place (white like spring?)
is the earth of our misunderstanding?
Poems form the poetry collection “Ruptured Moonlight”
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I have come too far:
strange birds
strange trees
Poems from poetry book “Teacher Teaching Death”
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Tell me something, December,
You have been here before.
The teeth of the tiger
Got you back.
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...if tomorrow
there is war my armor will shine and i’ll think
back to what the buddha once said:
if you managed to come into this world
you’ll know how to leave it as well
Poems from the poetry book “Not Even”
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i would travel, always travel,
on high crystal scaffolds
home
through fields of metaphor
Poetry from the book “Fragile Things”
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in the end least some poetry will remain
about the past twenty years about chemistry and physics
which once upon a time worked quite naturally but now nonono
Poems from poetry collection „The Book of Roles“
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poetry can’t replace
the body’s sensual intimacy
and yellow blossoms swallowed
in the blink of an eye
Poems from the book “The Iron Weathervane”
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Nature knows no zero.
It’s just a hole in our time
Through which the cold continuously flows
Together with loneliness and fear.
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This is where
the world’s rusty wheels moan,
exuding the scents of burnt oil,
gunpowder, blood, and musk.