Das verlorene Kind im Kopf,
Die Unterwegsfarben vor Augen.
Ein Fahrraddetail erfragen.
Gemahlene Mandeln, reichlich.
Kaffee nicht vergessen.
Das Bild in Schwarzweiß,
Das ein oder andere
Fürs Herz und den Magen.
Sind alle versorgt?
Da war noch die Steuer,
Mein Kontrolltermin für die Zähne.
All das bis morgen.
Keine Sorge, das klappt schon.
Komplex, diese Tage.
So viel vorzubereiten,
Wenn das Jahr zu Ende geht.
Zeit ist relativ?
Nicht für uns.
Punkt.
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You see, here you'll find poems and prose of opportunity and seasons. They're ours, though, so we have to protect them. Respect! Thank you!
Readers are welcome! If you are willing to follow the iconian path, you should know that it is always you we are talking to, even if it is not. And that everything is true, even if it is not. We all are eternally united in the last space possible where even the impossible is real. We ought to believe the foretold: If we'll meet tomorrow, next year, or never, it doesn't matter, it's only time! And everything, even time is fiction.
By the way, typos and other mistakes - we know there are many. If you can be bothered, please let us know. Thank you! And for any legal issues, please contact us before we have to tell you that we're skinned. But you can also write, of course, if you like what you read. Please, write to the webmaster.
