La vision es el tacto del espiritu

sábado, 18 de abril de 2009

Licanthropon

Licanthropon

I seek you behind the door
a wolf-like expectance
a shadow glows in my ear
and the blue tirs (tears)me down

The window grows into a black hole
i drown in it
-silence-
lupus

I'm still sitting on the bench
the towers look higher
my feet are below, above, behind the river
homo
esse
lex

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