Warum ist sie so laut?
Diese berüchtigte Stille
Ich höre sie wirklich.
Sie scheint mir vertraut.
Fragst du wieso?
Ich weiß es nicht.
Ich kann sie doch gar nicht kennen.
Oder ist es mein Wille,
Dass sie zu mir spricht?
Rufe ich sie selbst herbei?
Soll sie mich beim Namen nennen?
Dann wär' er vorbei, der Teufelskreis
Und alles wär' leis'.
(c) 03.04.24
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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.
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